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My niggas in the city 
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck

Sheit, sheit, sheit,
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca
the weak spots will show. 
I assume you understand that we have options on your time, 
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must: 
But if it all works
He was born in the belly of the country,
Over East of Eden, yeah,
Confused by the big city blues,
He didn't know whose life he's leading, no,
Put
weeks 'till someone left it by their fire
It melted to a puddle on the floor

For it was only a candle
A Roman scandal oh oh oh
Now it's a pool

That's
are planted in this city of violence 

We call it Lost City where angels roam committing unknown 

Ghetto prone guarding the zone 

>From all
It's safe in the city to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from the dawn
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in
island the tragic fate
The eighties we build our A.R.M.S., public scandals in Iran
The nineties you can be assured, bombshelters for the weak and strong.
I ain't sitting roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doing all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
razor thin, her eyes are pinned
I get the, "Daddy never noticed" story again

She takes me to a warehouse in the city
Her gaze as vacant as a byline
Lover face, I'll do you as the
Revolver introduced in my play, act one
Lover face, want to make you ejaculate
Until it's no longer fun

I
got to strive
I ain't sitting roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doing all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in
I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
[Chorus]
There's no sunshine in the city
That's the way it's going down
People kill and people dyin
Every time I turn around

There's no
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had

Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Now throw
[Kanye West]
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere
at you!!
God bless cause this stress got me sippin that brew
All this success got me in a city near you
And the way that we flex will make your face screw
When distant cities are hit by earthquakes 
It is the United States that hurries in to help 

Managua Nicaragua is one of the most recent examples
sluts
After a show bring all my fans on the bus
Next city, leave 'em dizzy, stranded and stuck
Hangin in clubs like blacks in slavery
Gats we aim
to strive
I ain't sitting roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doing all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land
hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it

Felt like it rained till the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you,
get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city
get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city