Lyrics:
on this mic
You couldn't find sweeter bars
King Truth play in the city
I'm the recruiter game time
Steppin' away and you'll meet a shooter
Real streets
escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
best to behave
I'm seven dollars a record makin heftier pay
Can you realize platinum artist buck by buck, is that what you say?
200 thousand sold
you.
Vs 2
I looked on both sides of the river
That flows through the city of God
I searched through bright mansions celestial
And streets of gold
transform
The people were delighted
Coming forth to claim their prize
They ran to build their cities
And converse among the wise
But one day
Yeah I'm on top of my shit
They ain't fuckin with this
That's as real as it gets
Back to the streets I gotta eat
I'm on my peak so hoes wanna peak
When the smoke clears
I be downtown
Shooting shots in My 8th year
I need my buckets by the night
Like It's a triple double
I know these bitches getting
There's a promised land untouched by man
Prepared for the saved and the blessed
A city built four square far away somewhere
As a home for
the city 'fore the sun rise
Cos I know the hustlers up and ready by the blind spots
It's safe to say I know the city too well
Gotta see the homies and we
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years
The town I live in, the street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city, or a garden all in
to keep
My mother was sayin' to stay in the crib so I wouldn't go see what was put in the streets
I was wearin' the same pair of shoes all through the year
step, he get pop, like ya mother man
The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand
400 years ago we docked here from the mother land
400 years later
to blame me me
I'm the only one who can blame me
I'd never stop cause I love this city
Many many years in here by myself
The real magic is to love yourself
I won’t fall for the jook
This one is all for the books
You shoulda popped years agosmack start
Wit’ the looks but today? The revenge
Trust dawg
to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me
through the year, not just the summer
Get caught lacking you'll get left dripped or drowned by a gunna
Cocaine cowboy, feens running back by the hundreds
you never got this shit crackin
Imagine life's so hard
You can't imagine it's like livin' in city of god
You feel me
Imagine life on the yard
I'm tryin'
transform
The people were delighted
Coming forth to claim their prize
They ran to build their cities
And converse among the wise
But one day
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
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