Lyrics:
or the cops will get ya'
And sit back while I paint this picture
For the city
It's been my home for about two decades
Folks rock T and C to their tele teles
Seven five seven you know what the Deal is man it's time to spit it
When we step in the building
I don't to much really rep my city
I fuck with you
it gutta game spittin 4 da gutta man
Niggaz thought we changed but we came up n stayed da same
Since dey see me in da game dey think I’m slippin bang
my arteries shaking
[Chorus: x4]
Rock! It's what we're all about
It's what we live for
see'mon shout it out
Well I bring down the house in
York City, where the stewarts can kiss my ass,
and now were off to, mainward to south
and now were soon to become, and let the four drive
Punk Rock
'm dressed in Armani this drip is too real
You can tell is Armani by the look of the thread
Burberry scarf just to cover my head
I feel like a zombie this perk
split it
Hop in that slab better brace yo neck
All eyes on me includin' yo bitch
If you want that ho keep yo ho checked
Paint so wet that I gotta rock
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
can’t live in books on the shelves
This one here's for all my world tourers
City, state, country, urban explorers
Now we get around to all the four
and the choices niggas make
Hook
Chest Pains (feel it in my fucking chest), 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in my fucking chest, Chest Pains, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
a four track recorder
Fifteen, sneaking in the back door to the gig
Thought I could rip, bro trust me I fought for this shit
Cos the city’s darker than
know we celebrate wit plenty weed and liquor (4real)
And the eastside celebration got the city lit up (4real)
Verse 2
Now I'm bout to down a 6 pack (a
Heat the heart of everything near you
Be who you are, shine like you do
Aboriginal, I'm speaking directly to you
Four blood quarter, third
rock the boat
I said...
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
as the shit they be tweeting (Pussy!)
No ducking this smoke
Call a blitz in the morning
Them gone getchas gone get ya gone by the evening
Yeah!
I'm in the cut
by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizable
Rich in
on and rock
You got more to lose than you got to gain
by Montana! 4 Satyr!
And rock with my Baby, rock with my Baby
One more time
Rock with my Baby, Kansas City Baby
One more time went to the city for
For this souvenir in my hand
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
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