Lyrics:
things feel the same
When we change just a lil' bit with every day that go by?
Sometimes I can't find the words to say to you
When you start crying but my
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
Homie, know we got the city on fire (Fire)
Look, know we got the city on (Fire)
Know we got the city on fire (Yeah)
Look, nigga I can't even lie about it
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
gaps just sped by as I recovered. I remembered my open days. after the fact and between bird and along the window of the train, irrupted always
a tragedy
And girl you said that you would never leave
Can't trust a soul, I'm by my Lonely no Alimony
Das why I'm For Da' Streetz
And she scarred me from
you tick, money house and cars I'll make you very rich and devine
Don't get pulled in by the devil's gold, you'll end up losing your soul
And spinning
a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
know
I will follow
You there
Hey you there
Look out the window at the people below
I know you never seen this city before
I know you think you wanna
young
In my city where you come
You keep your fire on, yeah
I don't wanna die young
I don't wanna die young
I don't wanna die young
In my city where it
in my life
Talk about tatts , I put your name in the ice
I'm rockin this city, to city Give me your hand, I was your number one fan
I'm happy to know
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we
years
Just took a walk with Jesus
Just touched his nail-scarred hands
Didn't even bother her
That he ain't a blue-eyed man
Hallelujah, jubilee
I
Yea Check it
New York's Finest
SirKastik on the mic, along with
SickToxic
New York City put yo hands up
Stand up, New York
Yeah, It's that NY vibe,
count or cramp a playa's style
I have pimped my pen and she is my treasure
Coz a trick who ain't freeze up on me I never met her and I doubt I will
Cities
the gold
And when I finally make it through, it's a breakthrough
I'm blinded by light and I know it was all worth the while
I hope you feel it too
on fire, the city on vibes
I'm slowly but surely losing my Gee, not sure if it's me or you who changed
You were my right hand, now you're just another friend
you trip for my city
Gassed up when I finna rep for this city
Tell me have you ever seen a thug so pretty?
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Ohhhhh
Feel this heat
While the city
soul we bleed Red and Gold
And I won't leave the squad until I'm dead and cold
People talk a lot of noise but it don't make sense
Five time champions
Kelly stands by the water
With a gun in her hand
She won't believe in the future
In a world made by man
There's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
noise in here!
Jesus, Lord and Savior
You came to set us free
By your nail-scarred hand
Your nail-scarred hand
Your burden is done salvation
When
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