Letras:
Boo Gotti Chicago

all about paper, we ain't worried about fame And fuck all the haters trying to shit on our name Boo and Gotti still will rain, and we still matain (MOTHERFUCKER) Chicago

s successive bumps Go ahead and get it darlin who's a star Anyway any minute gotta prove your heart Penny saved let me get it it's the floozy's part Gotta

Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freakay Yeah man, I'm back at it Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in

Adrian, Karen I'ma Hoffa in a minute you at Asylum now huh? The $8 a record is guaranteed there huh? FUCK ALAN! ain't gotta worry about fightin' for ya

Adrian, Karen I'ma Hoffa in a minute you at Asylum now huh? The $8 a record is guaranteed there huh? FUCK ALAN! ain't gotta worry about fightin' for ya

Eazy dissin He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him I got love for ya pops and I always will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta

sun come I gotta fly out And I go from here to Chi-Town, Chi-Town to GA, Atlanta to Barcelone Brazil to Toronto, back to Chicago, then Ma I gotta go