[Intro]
(Run that back, West)

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, bitch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, bitch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
Diamonds on my neck dancin' like Rick James
N***a workin' with the pigs, that's a damn shame
N***as on that bullshit, we on the same thing
Shooter got a hundred piece, still'll snatch your chain
N***a think we finna fight, I'm finna blow his brains
I ain't playin' with no n***a, so I came with a K
I'm finna make a hundred mil', that's how I'm feelin' today
This n***a still ain't got no money, it's still on the way
I'm finna make a hundred mil', that's how I'm feelin' today
N***a think I'm finna fight, I'm finna blow his brains
Shooters got a hundred mil', still'll snatch your chain, the Plug
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, bitch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, bitch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame

[Verse 2]
I think these n***as hate me 'cause I got the torch
Or maybe 'cause I'm twenty ridin' in a Porsche
Knock-knock flock, peek-a-boo, I just found the cheese
Bitch please, I'll do some shit that you can't believe
They said you paid that for some shoes, you ridiculous
I said, "I'll do that shit again since you interested"
I see you pocket watching, that's the shit that's gon' get you chipped
Can't teach you how to do it, I just do with the fly Crip
Might put you through some hell, but I could buy you that Chanel
Don't never disrespect me, did this shit by myself
High-speed chases, coming home, countin' hella bands
I ain't here to scuffle, I'll send bullets through his fighting stance
Bitch, I'm R3 and I take chili on the regular
If you got it, I'ma buy it, just tap in on my cellular
You know I got a bitch, why would I make you my main bitch?
This chopper eat him up, big bullets'll leave him brainless
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, bitch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, bitch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame

[Outro: R3 Da Chilliman]
(Run that back, West)
I think these n***as hate me 'cause I got the torch
Or maybe 'cause I'm twenty ridin' in a Porsche