Chi-Raq (feat. Lil Herb) Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]

Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time

Sign up, it's recruiting time

Big wigs with a suit and tie

And them big things got two inside

Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?

I don't do coke, I don't blow niggas

I don't tell niggas, I show niggas

And it's never less than like 4 niggas

4 wings and some french fries

Hot sauce and ketchup nigga

He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga

I cop Raris, I don't test drive em

Home theaters, can't best buy em

These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em

King pins and them drug lords

Chi-town no gun laws

Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for

Malcolm X daughter came at me

Looking ass niggas ain't happy

Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis

Smack bitches, no smack cam

Closed fists, no back hands

Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like it's band camp

Call Web and then call Nitty

Queens niggas in it's all hoodies

Kidnapping and then rob niggas

Call D-rock for a biggie

Pussy ass lil rap niggas

I fucked with real trap niggas

Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas

I'm with EBK, you on EBT

Got a black nine, call it BET

School niggas get a GED

And I tease niggas make em B.E.G

Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice

Got a big house I can play some tennis

Lil herb, what's good?

I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good

[Hook - Lil Herb:]

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide

When it's drama time

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin

Leave his loved ones all traumatized

One-fifty I'm really wit' it

I'll drop his ass and then forget it

I'm the man round my side of town

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

[Verse 2 - Lil Herb:]

I'm a young nigga I be getting money

Take your bitch from you

And these niggas get no respect

I'mma stay 100 till I'm 6 under

Matter fact I gotta keep it 150

For every nigga that's gon come with me

I'm on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160

Smoke a lot a of weed

Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me

Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any

And if any nigga ever try to end me

I'mma die shooting praying God forgive me

You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are ya'll so silly?

Straight killers I can call so many

I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki

I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food

Shorties standing in the streets with tools

Where I'm from we don't play no games

Ain't no April fools, you will make the news

Where I hang we don't say no names

If you talk to cop I stay away from you

Keep your mouth shut in them investigations

You'll be out the station in a day or two

Dedication and a little patience

Leave the domination on my way to greatness

Don't put yourself up in a situation

Putting my relations in your conversations

Shoot a opposition with no hesitation

You get my position nigga better take it

Know some young bulls from a while back

Tryna leave the game but they never made it

I got old shit, killing your shit

On a couple tracks i just never played it

Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

[Hook - Lil Herb]

[Lil Herb:]

Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know I'm rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green, Beans just gave me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Mecs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, where you want it, lets get it. And I ride Dolo from state to state even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it

[Nicki Minaj:]

Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don't know. I figured they want some more, I'mma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn't taking them trips, what up nigga?.

No Flex Zone (originally by Rae Sremmurd) Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

No flex zone, no flex zone

They know better, they know better

No flex zone, no flex zone

They know better, they know better

Won a gold medal

And a gold bezel

I treat it so special

Now your ho jealous

Freak Hoes got several

They tens or better

I’m a trendsetter

I’m a go-getter

Hell no you can't use my lip gloss

Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off

Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross

You bitches, make a nigga dick soft

Bitch ball like I'm at tip off

Get it wet, then I rub the tip on

Rag and bone jeans I can slip off

Bitch I've been hot since flip phones

Running this game for 5 years

Guess that's why my feet hurt

Wonder when they bite me

Do these bitches' teeth hurt??

Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt

...THOUGHT YOU KNEEEEEEWW BET-TER!

Do your fucking research

You ain’t know this the no rip zone

This the "You can’t beat Nicki” zone

Madison Square when the Knicks home

I live next door to Brad Pitt’s home

I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too

I like hood niggas with a bad attitude

They could never reach Young Nic's magnitude

Even if they had a longitude latitude

Listen up ho this is my territory

You are my son, like an episode of Maury, like an episode of ER

Bitch I’m hotter than the D.R

When it comes to rap skill, ain’t nobody wanna see her

Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting

Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions

Ain’t pushing out I'mma give them to the clinic

Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick

Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone

This nigga keep staring at my phone

But if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone, it’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone

Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone

This nigga keep staring at my phone

But if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone, it’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone

No flex zone, no flex zone

They know better, they know better

No flex zone, no flex zone

They know better, they know better

Won a gold medal

And a gold bezel

I treat it so special

Now your ho jealous

Freak Hoes got several

They tens or better

I’m a trendsetter

I’m a go-getter.

Only Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake

All my life, man, fuck's sake

If I did I did a menage with 'em

And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake

My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape

Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape

Worried bout if my butt's fake

Worried 'bout John's singing us Drake

These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight

When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late

Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update

Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too

Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to

Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz

Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with

I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet

Let it soak in, like seasonin'

And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man

But when that's over then I'm the first in line

And the other day in her Maybach

I thought god damn, this is the perfect time

We had just come from that video

You know LA traffic, how the city slow

She was sitting down on that big butt

But I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, low key it may be high key

I been peeped that you like me you know

Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?

I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean

She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree

That's right I like my girls BBW, yeah

Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you

So thick that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable

Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable

Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you

The NBA players fuck with you

The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you

Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I stand for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck

Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up

If I did fuck she'd be fucked up

Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right

Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life

That's another story, I'm no story teller

I piss greatness like gold is yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca

Accountant say I got money for days

I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways

My girl from a Bida if she wave

Baby and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard

My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade

Don't have my money? I take mothers instead

You got the hickups, you swallowed the truth

Then I make you burp boy, treat me like sirloin

I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns

So think about your son and daughter rooms

Got two goons and they got smaller guns

Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms

This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga

That money talk, I just rephrase it my nigga

Blood gang take the B, I'll behave ya

I'm niggas is for reals

If you mouth off, I blow your face off

I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off

Now you see me, now you don't

Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles

16 in a clip, one in the chamber

17 Ward bully with 17 bullets

My story is how I went from poor me

To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only.