Lyrics:

Now kick this one here for me and my city

Now, I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding
You know where them killas 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
Thats 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 your 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 fifty, minding my own
When this broad walked up with a chrome microphone
She said 'Hey, bitch look up, I heard about you
So heres 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 saw that confronting me was truly 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 Altgeld
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?
Fifty fifty chance 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 Z kick this one for the crowd
I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound
And one thing I notice my niggas get down
So Hip-Hoppers (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 niggas