79th and Halsted

Motherfuckers caught me slipping
I hate that bullshit
Dayton for life, Gangsta love
I got to go back there, I got to get back
Fuck that punk shit

[BOOTLEG]
I'm making preparations to return to 79th and Halsted
I came to perform but bled instead
Infiltrated by an enemy trying to paint me red
I discovered the true essence of a Vicky Lou
Quick to mob when odds are 70 to 2
It was a setup I figured
But you was designated
To get me wet up by niggas with triggers nickle plated
I was blinded but reminded when we arrived
Saw the Five up in the sky
It blew my high
Never noticed I was the victim in this deadly plot
Surrounded by wannabe killer on Satan's block
Exit the Lexus, hit the liquor store to get some blunts
Never knowing I'd wear the bruises from this shit for months
Before copping, I turned around staring at the door
"Throw your Fives", is what they said and surrounded the store
Taking my song, "I'm a Gangsta"
That had me tripping
Thoughts in my head on Halstead
They caught me slipping
Never again to be caught on the receiving end
Dayton Ave. and Halsted
Let the war begin