Lyrics:
that shit is crazy though
Rockville niggas moving out the city out
To Peezy County and shit it's all good
Magic Johnson building us a new
Movie theater
That's along with every other
Lost New York rapper
That ever put out a song on DatPiff
But his team always reaching for
The highest amount of green
Look
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
I often think of my younger days, when I was motivated by hunger pains
Pockets filled with a ton of change but that wash money don't bring a ton
Another lost soul trapped in the city been down since a child you was never really wit me
You was never making 10 beats a day
I was trying to be
NO PITY LYRICS
I am a beast coming up from the east dog without a leash I’m released how can I be locked down New York City home of the Grimey
Woke up in
Woke up in New York CityLying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
control me
I be by my lonely(alone)
Your eyes are open but you can't see(na)
[Verse 1: Lost MC]
Ya
Lost MC
Yea
Bitch I grew up in a city where it's hard
with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups
the blick cough
Like, bow bow nigga get lost
Damn right I'm in the city where the shooters be
And I move around by myself and this is usually
I can't do no
lights, white lines, high times, red eyes
Clean rips, dirty minds, bad girls, new designs
Tough city, tougher life
Callin' tab, soul on ice
Chest
Cleopatra
Moving slow, chopping up milligrams
Dollarbills in a band
Nothing lasts forever
She lost her way guided by the white lines
Dirt on her knees, jeans
Whole city want me dead they don't really love
Hood want me in da feds they don't really love me
Friends wish they hit my head they don't really love
was waiting by the pond in the city Zoo
But alas you couldn’t find me though I waited oh so kindly
I know you’ll find me someday when I find you
Now
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
Make a nigga reminisce on when my man died
Said I just touched down on some new shit
You 'gon make me turn you to a news clip
Said I'm 10 toes down
Lonely girl in a brand new city
Big crowds, bright signs, busy streets
Feeling lost, need to weave my way through
No going back, tryna find my way
I
new
It really hurts to be hurt by you
Lost my job to no one
Lost my baby to another man
That's what I get for going to 'Nam
Give my life to my country
VERSE:
Fuck rap, u niggas need to step ya fuckin' bars up
Merk-city overlord, time to change the game up
Monster when I'm on the beat, darin' niggas
worse and play the victim
Instead of delivering a dictum
The city is on its knees
I used to be the lost and fortunate
Now all I see is you
When I return
the rest of the city got no funds and no pity
Block by block, home by home, it burned down
The traffic was gridlocked at a gray signal light
The old movies
is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
Oh, I'm drowning in you
I left St. Louis, the City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I'd
Different planets to explore, everyone's a new place
Shuttle ready back to base, NASA files in my case
Creed, Cyber Bitch and Kimu, this is
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