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...