Lyrics:
I'm the menace
Best believe if I start then
You know I'ma finish
VVS diamonds put in by the dentist
Word 'round the city they
Think I'm the dentist
What are ya doin' tonight?
Ya got no place to go
Gotta get out of the city
Why don't'cha come along with me?
Mighty fine out tonight
Getcha
What are ya doin' tonight?
Ya got no place to go
Gotta get out of the city
Why don't'cha come along with me?
Mighty fine out tonight
Getcha
slicked up in your city uninvited
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy
Your frame light (light)
You're more than six degrees and can't
lait
While outside the waking city clatters by
So things didn't quite meet expectations
But you're bound to conclude upon reflection
There's no reason
or two
Maybe this morning we were strangers, but not by this afternoon
We hang until the sun comes up, end up on somebody's rooftop
Go to the Box
nobody
Stick to myself, I'm the one who got me
Can't have fun unless the gun in the party
Love my city, but these niggas be wildin'
Dior boy, been
Yo, it's corrupt where I'm from, Edmonton, tough
The streets could speak about the heads with drugs, rough
City life will leave you red with blood
And as the cities drown in bloodbaths worldwide
We will survive
Totalitarian Terror
Welcome the strike
Wielder to strike
Totalitarian Terror
Feeding
He stopped by and I didn't even recognize.
He looked shaky and sweaty and puffy and petrified.
He said that thing in California is kind
of this city I didn't want you to see
There's just these guys that I know, we go back pretty deep
And I hope this whole thing didn't frighten you
There
Lost in a dream high and wide
Whatever price to keep it by our side
The steps to the top are very steep
King of the hill when all are fast asleep
"Bring 'em up dead"
"Statik Selektah"
"Can you say New York City?"
"Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime"
"Bring 'em up
what we feel
We got the heart to make it through you
But we are the city
And we’ll let go
And we own the city
We don’t have words, the sun sit
Got a key to the city, and a street in my name
(I think I need my own parade)
(I think I need my own parade)
The club that wouldn't let me in back in
like Matthew Mcconaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She loves
I'm like Matthew McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She
to flee, from the city's gates
Tear down the walls ripping up the streets
spearheaded horns stick into the hearts
Of the ticker tape market trades
Watch
up and keep it spinning
I'm the ghetto superstar from the city of H-Town
Rugged smile to this prepare to bow down
I thank the lord for giving a slice
Such a pleasure to come home
'cause I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted
Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm
Unto the streets of new york city
Once we're inside, it's a carnival ride
That brings a white
sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it
Cause every black kid lives two and three lives
The city's a jungle, only the strong will survive
Reality,
I keep walking down the same city streets
The same city lines, to the same lonely beat
People say hello but I don't know what to say
I don't
was
I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers
Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers
We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full
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