The Recipe (Remix)

[Verse 1] When you in the city, and Chi is cold Whoa, with the winter coat, feeling every bit of dope I feel like a gyroscope, so Off balance it's a challenge to be vertical murder You Richard Pryor's soul From the iller feel the spirit of Bernie Mac Attacking Twista but it's funny how they never try him though Dilligently realest spill the blood of my opponent if he want it A product of my environment though Cause see I’m a crook I’m on the front porch blowing eons of kush A G I'm a G-ometry Genius and I want the money like Kendrick wants Rihanna's bush Nicki 252 cards in the deck Deal it out the way you want it no guarantees in the windy city Pity you will fulfill it you hard to respect Fill it out cause if you don’t the situation could be pretty icky Middle of the map More nigga's be dying in my city than when I'm in Iraq Po pimpin’ and I’m feeling like a Mac Escaping the violence to go and get a little bit of that Good bud when I’m on the west side, I Had a little bit of haze when I was in Bed-Stuy But this be the best I Ever had, any I would laugh if you say you had a better bag It ain't never that fire Cause if it is give me some of that We can smoke until we burn the whole house down, Left Eye Can’t spend it all, can’t smoke it all, can’t hit ‘em all I don’t give a fuck, let’s try, blowing on the remedy Living where the killers up, techs on enemies Chi-Town be the shit, but I'm finna take a trip To get me some of that West Coast Trinity...