Chicago Wind

[Verse:]
Chicago wind, the chances, a right for running thin [x2]
Running Street, doing crime, got honey in the money but your lost your mind
Oh, Lord, your mamma cry
Talking trash but Jimmy's past, fall humble in the rumble
And make your dash, oh child
You're running wild, calling shots while the heat is hot
Sight an ice cold bullet but you got caught this time
Corn drop the dime
Chicago wind, the chances for life are running thin
Chicago wind, your soldiers sold their right to live