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been feeling like Marilyn Her spirit within me From the same motherfucking city Van Nuys been fucking with Sticky Just like them titties Bouncing on top
gangsters That ain't made it back We took gambles To put my city on the map Was in shambles I seen my nigga laid flat But I'm thankful I'm still here Thank
This is my time, this is my moment This my shot, this one goes in Still on top, ain't lost focus Tryna drive around the city lookin' pretty in
I'm a ninth brigade cook And if you don't know a diet of corn beef and sand, slip a two bob in an old digger's hand There was a time when I married
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof *music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Bobby's goin Digital Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet Clouded by the Meth we move undetected in secret society sects,
can't tell But still, you gotta be careful Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful V personally favors, "please don't kill me" Empty out
Yeah, yeah You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does
Yeah, yeah You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does
This shit is wicked I can’t play by the rules Been one step ahead I guess that you ain’t hear the news I gottah get it Ain’t no stopping how I
How you niggas tryna play it ?, Did this on my own ain’t have to ask no man for bread, Pull up by that regions now I’m caught up with the feds,
on the block where the fiends got cooked Cops on the watch ... some got knocked Some turned snitch but most got shook Either way it's hustle by any means for pay
tunnel by night to places of safety We'll make a video call when ceilings are falling Paris still in India Narendra fixed it for me All alone, we have
round, my city streets hot, no need for a coat no more... Black 4.5th Underneath when they got it on, if you try them it's on Best believe they blasting
WEAPONS SELLING BLOW, I'M FROM BALTIMORE I walk the streets that all I see, ain't no hope no more All year round, my city streets hot, no need for a coat no
ain't no seaport, but the city's full of Whalers Roll Bob's, printer-paper bams, or freak a black, inhale it Add the suburbs brushing shoulders, see
never get got glue to the gift so what's up dread you couldn't bob to the bass but now you're hooked like a bass head I'm about to show ya contract
she rather have a purse? Why give a bitch an inch When she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both
you go, do you think it's pretty? He goes, "Don't be so cocky I'm just doin' my job" Well, your job's fucked up Don't say you're sorry 'bout it, Bob
break I don't wanna give it to you We met on Monday by Friday we taking trips to the moon Baby don't lie up in my face can you just tell me the truth I
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song
hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove" Body moves, the battles, bullets,
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