Lyrics:
Two years it's been, since it all went down
Two years of them all saying, "it's over for this town"
I'll never forget those empty streets at night
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
funded by the suburbs
Fallen city we need to hoist this
Girl you got a big top
Like a clown take a stroll downtown
Make em clap like the crowd
But
reaching out
Over the great divide
It?s a long, long road
Stretching out ahead
Step by step, step by step
Over the great divide
On a dead end street
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
playing with my business, business
Had her by my side cos I really don't wanna mess up
Had to fast my drive cos other bitches ain't loyal
My city ain't safe
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
You know everything a nigga say be facts man like
I hope they don't play this shit in court one day
If you look up some of the stories in my city
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
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
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
(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
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