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My heart is black, and my lips are cold 
Cities on flame with rock and roll 
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry 
My ears will melt, and then
My heart is black, and my lips are cold 
Cities on flame with rock and roll 
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry 
My ears will melt, and then
My heart is black, and my lips are cold 
Cities on flame with rock and roll 
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry 
My ears will melt, and then
My heart is black, and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with rock and roll
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry
My ears will melt, and then my
comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels
pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn

Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line

And some of them own little sports cars
So can you roll with me
Roll me out
In the arms of cobwebs
It's a one room city, yeah

His value declined
Ah ah ah ah ah
When he offered his
rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 1]

I'm strapped up, I'm iced out
a nigga play, its lights out
cost a cool
flowers

Scott La Rock had 'em all, I gots the ball
And roll a little panthers through these project halls
The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag
7 1 8
filthy blood drain.
Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs with eyes disembodied,
Enshroud them in black.
Moaning, defeated, mere inches from
and roll with little panthers through these project halls
the three color flag can't hold my baggy sag
7 to omega
black motion is ocean style
slick in my
(with the other sardines)
Over cities of things mommies need 
Light as gas, and half-assedly free,
Like I was in nineteen ninety three.

Over
his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward

Come equipped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin'
plugs
And prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
All of his mates are doing time:
Married with three kids up by
lunar like aqua
The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers
"Scott La Rock had emm all," I gots the ball
And roll a little panthers through these
he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold
Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn

Roll
down to damage the globe
3 rolls, saw the lamb with blood on his robe
While the beast shove us in stoves
And the government swallow our souls
I'm
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed
to the party"

Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC

I'm
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three
three?

The doctor said to Georgie, ?Your life cannot be saved?
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
His face was covered up with blood
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip