Lyrics:
the city
There’s a fire down in the city
I’m up here sitting pretty
Blocking it out by singing ditties
There’s a fire down in the city
There’s a fire down
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Nigga fuck Slob, this the AD gang
Slob niggas should have known that the Bone is a killer
South Atlantic Drive Compton Crip, fuck them Slob
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
Kick cack ce cool, watch a nigga get it
I be all around the city with the semi naughty crippin'
All the homies say I'm different, police say I
till death foreclosure
Fuck them other niggas rep mine till the ending
Down to begin eastside of the city
Morton simpson village kleptomanic killers
Love
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
was still in school, cause my mom ain't read no fools
Like six niggas and we carrying tools Shooting niggas like we playing pool
Mixing niggas like mac
C7
Straight from the city of cleveland, and without no warning, bringin?a storm. feel
The wrath, you won't escape it, baby, you might as well start
Never forgetting the BGP
To the lbg
Yall gon witness me
Repping the rdp
Like i should
Not as a set
Never was a gang member
Was way Too fool for that
City of Angels 2021 KL Dennis
I was a sucker for your skyline
A fool for your fantasy
I fell hard for your shining lights
Like some sort
nigga dirty black, that's what I call the
gat
Shell sheezie, ask my nigga be Neezie
Big Man, Big Champ, Big Hurt, don't make them killers go
And if they chip me, better kill 'em
Just make sure them niggas feel it
That's all I ask of the killers, yeah
Said I got blood on my hands
I promised
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
out
Who gon' run and tell
Two weeks in pin
Got into a fight
Man who gon' win?
Got his ass beat fooling again
They was killers outsides
Now they fools in
Million dollars by the end of the summer thats the object
I know shawty finna' cut up for that bag
Young street n**** be wit hittas put them killers on yo
on dead'nem profit, I ain't all star, serve 'sace (ooh)
Big Dude, baby, no cocky (ooh)
Ten millimeter, big beam, shoot rockets (grrah-grrah)
Internet killer
In a country gripped by violence
In a land plagued by gunfire
And drug money, one focal figure
Stands above the rest tonight
See why the people
Arrh-arrh-arrh-arhh
I don't think they ready for this
Wild cats
Boom boom
This how you make a song nigga
Meth Lab, second season
Ay, ay
Key to my city, my G is
Yeah, Rap City Tha Basement
Big Tig', Tony Touch, Killer Mike, Big Boi
Aquemini Records you ready?
Yeah alright, yeah
You ain't no friend of mine
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
me back to the city
Where the lights burn low in the afterglow
I wanna go back to the city
When you know, then you know
Take me back
I sent it by
[Bounty Killer]
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin' to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these
my mom and kids (mom and kids)
Beefin' with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
easy (fool)
Youngin' with an attitude, shot by twelve, it's easy
Streets was screamin' free me, pussies hope they keep me (pussy)
Dig your partner up
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