Lyrics:
been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from
would've learned by now
Never gon' hold me down if I got my girl and I got my goddamn loud
The fuck you gon' call that shit
When I'm outside just adding up
a warning to the nation
That the sword of God is raised
Yes, Babylon backed by it's city
Rich in treasure wide in fame
Oh God, pride of man
Broken in
motherf***er
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherf***ers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
didn't have the cheese
Sheesh! mercy mercy me
Trying to navigate through the city by the sea
Good kids we was trying to stay up out the streets
But we all
Treat it like a Doc, by some real G'z
Win City Boyz, dawg, this so easy, does it
Gold watch on my wrist
Gold chain on my neck
I get M.O.N.E.Y and respect
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
City
you tried
City-to-city, it's different from me, you, and I, have similar lives
I've got a plan, is you comin' with me?
There's minutes to go, I ain't
broke no more
I invested in some more gold
Stack ya money keep a low pro
They can never tell what they don't know
Only one had my back was just I
I was
alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining
I'm not looking for a fountain of youth
Or a city made of gold
I don't need irrefutable proof
For every story that I'm told
Just don't leave me in
tellin' you ain't never been choked
Or done fucked by a felon, no K-Y jellin', just tryin' to inhale it
So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my
theres a weed odor
Last time i told you im not going to buy your gold
Got people in this city its windy when its cold
Lots of love sure enough fucck it
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
In Liberty City, to College Hills, to Mercy Drive, to Compound
Project niggas still run the streets
Respect that South, niggas running the block
diamonds and gold
Just wait for me
If you can't
The exit you can hit the door
Because I'm nothin' like these other niggas
They all up in by business
Tryna
it in gold letters, I bleed black
Give me the rock cuz I need that
Im'a Savage
Squad fulla some go getta's
Gotchu covered like a blanket and oooo it's
what bitch, I'm takin' your spot
They say "don't hurt me"
But I don't show no mercy
When I'm sprayin' the block
They say my shit astronomical
So it looks
The put out and put back
Did you invest that
To society supportin
You rappin ya lavery
Screamin the city behind me
Did you spare a crumb for somebody
Less
never seen
Tales of glory written in the dust
Tapestries of deepest purple gold
Legends carved in stone tell me I must
Journey through the mist
it to the game before it's halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle
Runnings Dungeon
Castle Corner at the Wanderers
The sun will always shine on this
City of gold
So bury my bones in Jo’burg
Let it forever be my home
alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining
Killed
Fuck w/Me Now & Shit, You Know What I'm Saying
Motherfuckers In The City Don't Show c Nigga No Motherfucking Love & Shit
But Nigga, Niggas Show
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