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You got one boy
With your right hand
And the other one
You hail a taxi cab

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my way back
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
limpin' 

But back back to the nitty gritty 
Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city 
By the time that he realized that he fucked up 
The stupid
There's a long line of mourners comin' down our little street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see
They're all of your rich friends who knew
train

Well the rich folks they own the big city
And they down us who living the way we do
But when you're born a child of a poor man
You know
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
this city by storm

Big city life, well here's my take
There's a crack in the picture, window gonna break
It's a catch 22, catcher in the rye
You
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
O's I made the bank teller pass out

My trap house floors lookin like a Magic City Monday
But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
My car's
crosshairs don't miss shit
Don't take too much for no city slick in his skinny jeans and them weird kicks
Mind you, only leave us ‘lone, that's your best bet
West
Kansas City (Stand up!)
You ever left sittin' (Good)
Now you all can see the heart of where the fans livin'
Killer City, Mizery, don't desire your
a mill worth of ice what it bought for me I'm on tha bubble kush man thats a rich high I order Cris by the case I'm a rich guy I'm 25 but I ride like I'm
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
that big 4-5. 
Them lil' Haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride., 
In carol city, niggas quick to board the plane wit it, 
Unpack the sack and kill
see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be
high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
take off them twenties and put them big 23's on

Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and

We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what
smoke a L at the city
Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy
Excursion, lime-green so I know that you'll see me
Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out
No
you feel this)
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?

Riding by windows shakin' while I'm passin' by
Gotta big screen TV in
by like "there he go" 
I fit the description, 
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me, 
Real Dade County Nigga! 
 
It's that little chico Pitbull,
of the out- outbound train

The rich folks they own the big city
And they down us for living the way we do
But when you're born the child of a poor man
You