Pre-Chorus
Sky lights, street lights
People, take me away
Dark nights, dream-like
I wanna go to Chicago
Chorus
Sweet Home Chicago (oooh oooh)
Sweet Home Chicago (oooh oooh)
Sweet Home Chicago (oooh oooh)
Sweet Home, Sweet Home
Verse 1 (Matty Rico):
I'm from that city of murder, you ever heard of it
Where mo'fuckas are serving bricks
Or they idle like furnishing
A fire couldn't burn this shit, attire is all black
Aspire for all that we lack, caps go forward or you're wacked
Get one to the back, wondering back when I was a shorty
My uncle spilling his 40, I thought that this life was for me
Society’s favorite story, they painting the only pictured they showed 'em
You give him death and he know it, he sees that gun as heroic
She sees that money she's blowing, she's open wide
And she's clothes off; you think it's a closed book
Just know that we partook, didn't notice the hard times
The part we decided to feed our family with small crimes, we're all trying
To get by, get going, or move over it
Founding father Orfanage, trying to become more than a stat
A number, societal sad fact
When you breathe in our city, inhale all that
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Verse 2 (Constant L. Burts):
C H I C A G O
You see the po po, they on patrol
When I think about the wind
And them guns, they all like to blow
No it's not a compliment, I actually think its foolishness
It's like a damn trend and the kids think it's cool as shit
But this ain't all bad, in the Chi we have our good times
Thick, pretty girls walking around showing they back sides
Chi City, I love it here, and I'm proud to be here
Feeling stressed out, corner store, grab a loose square
There’s a lot of things to do, so go ahead and have your fun
But when you walk outside that door you need your bible and your gun
I've seen Christians put their Bible down for a gun
Niggas running like up, run Forrest, nigga run
North side to the east side, east side to the west side
But I rep that south side, but my ass gotta bless all sides
Shout out to my city, boy I love the Chi
So I raise my right hand, it's that Chi City pride
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Verse 3(Jupiter Jim of The Pro Letarians):
Never forget your home, never forget your home
Cause we be putting on for all the people that put us on
Yea I love the city, put it in all the songs
And if you feel the same, feel free to sing along
Tell my town they got us, magazines that spot us
That say you did it for the city, made it and forgot us
We gotta make this better, the streets should come together
Cause all the death rates shouldn't rise with the weather
We was one in the same, break away the chains
Cause when the kids died, we all was feeling their pain
And this for everybody trying to make it out the corner
If they break us down, we gon' build it back stronger
One time for the city
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Verse 4 (Benny Nice):
Given to Emmanuel, murder rate raised annual
Wicker Park hipsters, flicking Bics on fixed gears
I wasn't born here, but I was formed here
Elevated trains, man we celebrating change
When I was just a boy, we toyed with the idea
Of leaving our Eden, deployed by our fears
I've traveled across the sea to dramatically different scenes
But the Chi lives in me, the Chi is what I need man
I knew the meaning when they tore down Cabrini
Many poor lives depleted, not to be heard or seen
From this community of souls, the poor to powerful
Are powering their dreams with steam and charcoal
I'm relishing ever minute, I'm here until the finish
My faith has been replenished and influenced every sentence
Sinful and elegant, simple, intelligent
My kinfolk are hella bent, on Midwest development, uh huh
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