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Amsterdam

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers

New York

I want to wake up
In a city that doesn't sleep
To find i'm king of the hill top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll

Ain't Out of the Woods

Colt Ford

Declaration of Independence

2012

I move to the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel

shoot for me I’ma shoot for you
Riding with my brother we just chasing the blues
If you down for me than I’m down for you
Riding around the city it just

touch is cat
And there's nothing wrong with that

Gold Star Gay
Gold Star Gay 
Only casting boys in his
Passion play
He's a
Gold Star Gay
Gold Star Gay

and I keep my sleeves rolled up
If its shit to get done you know my hands getting shitty boy sure nuff
Come on now I don't do lazy moves
Gen X and I

(Smerf, this yo' beat?)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Gang (rest in peace my nigga Velly, man)
Ganger
(Smerf made this beat, boy)

I want blue strips on all

well I ain't Dave Chappelle
She loving when I'm around, my aroma, she love my smell
I'ma be the nigga going for it when it's fourth and twelve
How

home
But they're worn and renovated and just, out of control

I remember when I first saw the skyscrapers run
Cross the cab window in that tangled blue

a city where it's nitty galore same place where niggas hide sticks in the floor 
Blue and red like your boil and cali 
Garden gloves 
Black trackie

Back when BIG ran the city and Kiss ran with Diddy
When Starks was the sixth man Before Knicks fans was pitied
Fresh Prince ran in Philly, NSYNC ran

sound

Looking for some swing
Looking for some swing 
In the city of the queen

Yes I confess 
I love that tone from the US
It takes me away from

never needing no flotation
Devices, on this humble pie by the slices
Give it to 'em free, cause it's priceless
This your invitation, I'ma even welcome

the blues
Yeah because I just to do this shit for my bro
Trying to run that shit up
Like Arian Foster
I can tell you ain't bout it
Just by your posture
Trying

you after jail, ask dave
Can't take it to the afterlife, we throwin dice

Soldiers gone, spilling liq, growin up
Flippin bricks, fuckin four or five

part of the problem boy
You ain't part of the deal
I said Hey boss man
I just do what I do
I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues

I've learned

This song is called
The city of Atlantis blues
Or alternative title
The last living boy in Atlantis
And it goes like this
If you're going down

mines was bigger than yours 
I come from the city so I been jumped off the porch 
And you killed my brothers so I’m stealing some of yours
She say boy you

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

Greatest Hits

2002

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

The Fix

2002

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

a gorilla (guerrilla)
By the guerrilla (guerrilla)
I'm a gorilla (guerrilla, guerrilla, guerrilla)

Ha
Boy, you don't want my bullshit
Slip on a banana,

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this

(Georgia)

Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue

Ya Man
Yung Sal D Bhad Man
Dae ya So
Fritong (Freetown) Boy
Fritong Vibe
Salone borbor Ting ya
Chee

Me say hand inna d air
If you're repping

Boy you just a bitch you ain't on shit boy you are not hard
Ridin round the city smokin weed avoidin cop cars
Just spent half a ticket that's a felon