Lyrics:
Xzibit overlaps
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with
to the di-dome, like this (uhh, uhh)
[Chorus: Bilal]
This right here, has been cer-ti-fied,
For years.. ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his
Stone.
Yeah.
There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
scattered brain.
I make it rain in tears of thousand years of pain.
You disobey, get plagued by sniffing nova cane.
I'm up in Spain, sustained by mushrooms i
don't pay me enough but I can't work a full time job
So I might bang depop or call my bros 200 Hunna go get this prof
Been a year since covid has come
of a dream
Yeah I will always be
A big city dreamer
Yeah it's just like micheal wanted
Day by day makin' em smile
And yeah it's worth each and every moment
hundred years
The town I live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city
Or the garden all in bloom
The church the school
York City Massachusetts around the world Ron G)
She keeps my pits healthy and she even does my laundry
I gotta couple racks in my backpack to prove it's
part of my callin? to
Hustle year 'round, spring, summer, fall, winter
Will stop for nothin?, you shouldn't start with us
For the people, by the Dilated
out slanging with the homies
Fuck hanging with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang
He walked along Broadway
They called him Beau James
The city streets were his pals
The lights were his gals
His favorite flames
He wrote
clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style
Flexin muscles like a Gotti trial
Yellow case get shook by the court with the judge
You should know a pimp,
it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street
the street why should you rule?
Delude them with false power as an ego driven fool”
Will the council resist or be persuaded in time?
By the devil’s
Oh little town of Bethlehem How still we see the lie
Above the deep and dreamless sleep
The silent starts go by
Yet in the dark street shineth
City lights shining on the street
Christmas songs playing all night long
I'm sitting here writing my Christmas list
Hoping I will have them come true
Uh…..I got it good (Neyo)
I put product in the street that sell quicker than
weed, I spit it raw like I'm flippin a key
I got what y'all need
(Change)
Sha ba da (Change)
City's breaking down on a camel's back
They just have to go
'cause they don't know wack
So while you fill the streets
It's
Take you back to New Orleans
Where the music wakes up with the city
To the bars by the railroad cars
On the neon side of town
Sang a song on the city
on my own, I'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, I'm a come
me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before
from the Car-Swerve Village
And moved the north side city wit this downtown witty
That influenced, project grew 'n' then now '88 gritty
Twelve years
Let's go
Let's go
yeah
Hook
In the street, you don't call no feds Fuck with me, you ain't got no chance
Got tell these niggas in advance
So if I ever
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