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Now kick this one here for me and my city Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding You know where them killaz get right and rock a party From Friday to Saturday night Fifth of remy I'm scum and I still hold the mic I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool But they give it back to me and say continue That's the thing about the hundreds, they never give up On the drugs and the music and all that hood stuff That makes ya life worth hustling for Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw Never am I fake and never ever shall I be Ain't a chicken alive that can deal with me And if you think you're the one, that can deal with this Well, you a, bets prepare 'cause I spit that shit Kick this one for Southside Kick this one for the Westside Now kick this one here for me and my city Yo, I was chilling in the 50, minding my own When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone She said, "Hey bitch, look up, I heard about you So here's the microphone, let's see what you can do" So I took the microphone and I threw it to the bar 'Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard When I start to rap, she start to shake She sort of confront me was truely a mistake So she picked the mircophone up and I took me a shot And before I turned around that bitch was down the block Now kick this one for oakyell Kick this one for the low end Now kick this one here for me and my city Now when I'm on stage, everyone starts choking Is it what I'm saying or is it what I'm smoking? 50-50 chane is what I'm blowin' And at the same time DTP got 'em open If you can get hype and sort of like loud Yo Jay Cee, kick this one for the crowd I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound And one thing I notice my niggaz get down So hip-hoppers from all around Look what the fuck they found Kick this one for Chi-Town Kick this one for the wild wild Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz