And everybody say, say   I know you, I know you      I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be   I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty   I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me   Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we?      Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter   Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder   Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore 'em all up   Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up      We coming from the   Southside, southside   Southside, southside   Southside, southside, south      Side of the broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars   I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars   Burn CDs with no regard for the stars   Come to the grip with conflict diamonds and the arts      Back in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas   Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods   We even yo, you still talking no cops   A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs      We coming from the   Southside, southside   Southside, southside   Southside, southside, southside side of the Chi      Your fly is open, McFly   The crowd is open, I think I know why   I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes   And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi      Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon   I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons   Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes   People asking him, "Do you have any gray poupon?"      We coming from the   Southside, southside   Southside, southside   Southside, southside, southside, side of the Chi      You in the building but the building's falling   You wouldn't be balling if your name is Spalding   My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans   Back in school, y'all niggas, you should call him August      I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving   Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling   If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin   With money in the bank like G Rap, we're calling      We coming from the   Southside, southside   Southside, southside   Southside, southside, southside of the Chi      With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera   Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas   Can't wait 'til they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars"   Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie      Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta   Mexicans don't love it like it was for La Raza   But this is for the mobsters, holla   We some true Chi-Town legends, accept no [Incomprehensible]      We coming from the   Southside, southside   Southside, southside   Southside, southside, southside of the Chi      The un-American Idol, Tower like the Eiffel   'Lean Wit it, Rock Wit It', black like the Disciples   Know when to use a Bible and when to use a rifle   You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle      Caught a case of robbery and 'Beat It' like Michael   Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku   I write to 'Do the Right Things' like Spike do   Through conflicts is crucial and trauma is psycho      We coming from the   Southside, southside   Southside, southside   Southside, southside, southside of the Chi      We're coming from the   [Incomprehensible] spice it up   You might have to spice it up   Spice it up, spice it up, take your life and      Yo, we're coming from the   We're coming from the