Live from the E its Mr poster get em My city blowin out them cannons tuxedo a fit him,,Reup money very funny no eighty a ball,,My city took a big relief when hakket got that call,,A hood mind no good time dem shortys stressin,,Remind me when i had a slot i was in eleven,,No moe court your honor i gotta daughter partna fuck wit her i off ya you'll be in a cuffin,,I do this spazzin often jump off the porch the same year as macaley cocans,,Im monster parton sound like a walking auction,,Evanston seeming down i need ta keep from falling,,Mr. Micheal Jordan da Billy Goat nigga,,Im from that city where its wind u need a coat nigga,,Speed off them tired screaming like cooked lobster,,96 i was bangin that chi town mobsters,faneto when ever we seen them people,,Everybody gettin heads full a peep holes,she stayin wet like she swimming in some speedos,,What happen to my city niggas in the face is gettin more den 150's,,I got the pole wit me like a soul train assembly,,iam more fade to envy,,im Still listening ta semi drunk in my face i smack the floo off of remy,,