Lyrics:
I'm from the city
Where the paint, the art, don't shine
So what we do with that
We take that to heart
So we rise above the stars
And we do what we do
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
stuck out on maximum
I had to fuel up the rocket ship 'fore I could land in your town
It's all about the bills, It's all about the bills, no playing this
niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you
no disrespect to Chi-Town, my home (my home)
But we've got to learn how to support our own (our own)
I admit that my heart cries for my city (my
you change views and let the heart stricken
Money team all I see is green
Ima $ fiend
Never worship a bill
Walk a road hit the lottery
I got money
Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership
With unpaid doctor bills, framed got shot and killed
Cock, pop and pilled
Three-tenth cotton steel
need a man that
Shows his love with dollar bills
Don't need a fancy fast car to come and pick up my heart
And ride off into the blue
No, I don't need
to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad
to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad
but, they chose us
Stand by me
The city need us and they want us
The hottest nigga on them corners
Stand by me
And they chose us, they chose us
A lot
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
I'm a pop a little pilly I wanna get silly
Imma imma Get get it get, till the sun rise by the city
Sickest vision that I ever done seen
It's a dream
the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
Nigga been holdin guts,
the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
the real bosses passed bills in city hall
Legislate the law for the homies cookin' raw
The razor blades, rocks get chopped on fine china
My blocks
legacy.
Through the darkness, he finds his way,
In the city's heart, where shadows play.
(Verse 2)
Late-night shifts, double jobs,
Chasing dreams while
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come and get me
If it feel good to you
good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police
They
i'm staying at moms house
City to city driving the Lyft my insurance bout to kick
Man I told y'all my tags expired
My tires are tired
Bout a week before
Christmas Eve In Atlantic City
Bill DiLuigi 888Red Ascap Rhyme Partners Ascap
It's a pretty small crowd for a Jersey casino
Christmas songs
a fact
You in 'The City Of Brotherly Slugs'
Home of all the gats
When the law make an arrest you take a rest
No cardiac
You ain't got the heart to attack
I never come second but popped in a minute
Tonight is ours my problems are vintage
Picked up the bill when nobody could get it
I gave you trust when
Skinny legend
Ah ah ah
When they ask where I'm from
I tell em
New York City
New York
New York
City
New York
New York
City
I wanted to stunt with you
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