Lyrics:
City runs on progress
(Electric City runs on progress)
(Electric City runs on progress)
(Electric City runs on progress)
Train comes to a halt
Everything
that I don’t solve
I went through my city its obvious, theres a whole lotta people thats doubting us
And I know lotta rap hasn’t died enough But I
(Oh yeah, David)
(Aysam, run it up!)
Ayye
Mama crying in her room she said her son just died
To be honest I could tell just by the look in her eyes
10 to 1 with business
And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches
Ain't that a bitch? You set trip you bound to get set
I'ma get
Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out
a façade (façade)
'Cause if you live by the sword, you get judged by the judge (judge)
'Cause these niggas crash dummies (crash dummies)
These niggas
drink to the liver
If I cry, let it run like the river
I may not show it, but my heart been dismembered
I hate the fact that gutta died, that september
[Featuring Kane & Abel Mia X Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you
They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash
cooling in the sun
Fooling one by one
No I'm not a chosen
I chose to be the one
(X4)
Run through the city
Run through the city run
Gun in the civic
Gun in
go for the jack, I'm my mama's son
I can't go for the jack, I'm my mama's son
Standin' on ten, better know I'ma never run
bitches I'm on the run
All that dissin' on IG, a 5-5-6'll get them done
Almost fucked this nigga mama, told the bitch to get her son
Ain't no rules up in
Gotta win Twice ya own people hate ya
The city make money of cases
I'm out on bond I can't let em take me
My mama died but I'm still her Lil baby
Lately,
chirping Live
Said early in the morning, take a long breath satisfied
Just thankful me & my fam woke up coulda went to sleep & died
You got it twisted I
That shit is sexy to them
Counting money staying humble
I told my mama left the house
Just to go be a legend
Gotta show me love
When I hit your city
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
the puff guy
Choppa make you run until your lungs tire out
Yeah your bitch was a flame but her fire died out
I’m up in the clouds you can’t run my route
was ten, early adolescence
Made it out the street, god damn this shit's a blessing
Cause I could've died on my way up, yeah
Tried to bring me down but I
whatever I say
Run your city, now it's mine for however long I stay
Bitch play me, well, that's my bad for ever lettin' her play
My mama prayin' for me,
Walkin’ down the street
They strut stroll O’L.A.
And when you’re out on the weekend,
Anything goes in L.A.
Busy, busy sidewalks
City, city sidewalks (4x
Mama told me that she don’t wanna’ hurt nomo’
Grandma died, I ain’t snatch a purse nomo’
Fuck a job, I ain’t tryna work nomo’
The devil strong that’s
keep it moving till I die
Get your lighters up higher
Crime runs the city now the city's on fire
Get your lighters up high
This the revolution keep it
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