Lyrics:
a hotel room and lose the key
Well come sit by the fire
With me
We told ourselves we'd walk like rich men
Walk down the city streets that we grew up in
Slow down (Ohhh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking
I'm doing that just
Aaron and Maria ran
From the Northwest coast to the city and
Now they reside out in Brooklyn Heights
Where the rich kids hide and the years go by
and get shot
Like B.I.G. or like Pac
Wrist whipping' over the pot
In the kitchen nonstop
That's all I hear in your songs
Real life you is soft
I just
trippin'
I'm countin' this money, your bitch lookin' funny
I'm rich you a dummy, I'm rich you a dummy, ay
I'm rich you a dummy, I'm rich you a dummy, I'm
the darkness fades out
fades out
hint at all my many doubts
cus’ the grey is slither draining me down
drop on by or let me drown
in the city where feelings
OK this what I learned from the streets
Handle your beef
Your playing with keys
Sleep with your heat
Your a role model if partner gotta be me
the war money straight off deployment
Big booty bitch and she bend over me
Zero six hunnit im fucking the sergeant
Aye im on my shit, i'm who dey talk about
seen
The mother of all hangovers to remind me where I've been
And if I stop, I'm sickened, it really gets me down
So I step back into the city lights,
Cross my ts and dot my Is
big boy moves
Manna I wanna rich
I cross my heart and hope to die
I’ll rather lie
Than to be a snitch
Manna
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
Yes Mr. Big Shot
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I
or be killed in the hustle
When you flex you get mugged a muscle
Where there's pick pocketers
There's no Metro officers
A city where your own shadow is
Huh, you know I was raised by KRS and LL Cool J
Rakim, Public Enemy and Big Daddy Kane
But you know what?
I'm here now and I'm helping raise your own
rich in the quarantine, PPP
Last nigga was a bitch, you won't see it in me
Like I work for the city, I'm sweeping the streets
My mother did good by
out
She got the w
A beast look how she back out
Big b m w
Hmm
All diss ice in ma ear
I could pay for your attention
But I ain't gone drop a penny
Ima
and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad cause I'm original - you can't do the material
When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
Aight man, big money conversation poppin' off right here
Large numbers and plenty zeros (hmm-mm)
Hides yo' hoes and protect yo' egos (yeah)
What
helped hide the tears that came
From my soldiers slained and loved ones lost in the game
Drained from the anxieties living in the big city
Keeping up with
In the city lights, the night will give me life
I hear the drums, I'ma war chief gimme knife
Got kush fuck the knife just give me light
Spark it
the rhyme skill
You came to see the sixth, but lost your twinkle'n light here
Where's your light here?
In ten years, it'd be so exciting
Cause by five, I'm
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
as Slim, nigga (where your nigga?)
You in your feelings 'bout a bitch, you a bitch-nigga (you a ho)
I'm from that city where we hustle 'til we rich, nigga
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