Lyrics:
city shit
I give her that big round That 40 clip
She gone suck this dick now I’m on this shit
She gone suck this dick now I’m on my shit
That bitch my
the bridges that weve been burnt not by waving a gun, not by praying to gods son theres a lesson to be learned sick of living a life in peril, need to escape
crush the cycle in which that's condemning
We the people we are as one the feeling's never empty
Stick together through this weather we will claim
from the nang death cookie
duely compensated by saturation of rookies
No self pity and no savin' the children
No romance, dancin' and group hugs
No
old
Ringin' around the collar, borrowin' a dollar, check my balls
Dirty drawers, see the kitty suckin' titties
Video watchin' lush from the city
as the sun goes down distract you from the birds
And this dusk is worth a million words
Look you homeward angel
This great city is falling down
Fly you
ugly
His gang members 39 but fuck it I brought a 40
Man you know Charli D'Amelio from TikTok that's my shawty (Cap)
Sorry I meant Cousin, man you know
from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax plus tax
Your gold, your money, and from your
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
Yeah in da south this shit get sticky
Bitch we rock yellow tape
Fuck around and reach for my gun
I wet yo ass like a lake
I'm from da same city where
a whole forest
I'm walking 'em down I'm feeling like Jason, catch him in person he turn into Forest
He from the city but act like tourist, got me a G-Lock
G's on really old coal
Sold by a business with a really cold soul
That's why I stroll through the city low-pro
And I'm taking back the sparkles that
know you
But it's crazy how they love to you when you make on Yo own
Pistols clapping, 40s popping, bodies dropping everywhere
Don't come to my city, it
the city, city
Cars are passing by
Beneath my feet, oh feet, oh
I'm wanting you to walk with me
Oh to walk with me on this wire
From tower to tower
and watch TV
Well, I finally found a city
Full of people just like me
Well we're gonna drag Bruce Springsteen
By his axe through our streets
By the time
a dirty ass glove,
Cus I'll be looting your cash,
And boot in yo ass,
Up out of your fortune and fame,
One false move from yo man Im hitting his ass,
My
unlock the cage
You scared of my teeth, you scared of my fangs
You're cutting my claws so I can't escape (You think I can't escape?)
Wrap me in paper,
Cuz this street shit is all I know
From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a spoon
Trying to make me forty thousand and move
Motels,
Cuz this street shit is all I know
From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a spoon
Trying to make me forty thousand and move
Motels,
the Callie
That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty
We was out there tryna rig the stress
Had a beat tape from Stretch, rest
Black TEC, black
We was hiding with patience with in the dark cuz they was killing us
We was posted with Rosa in the back of the City bus
You can’t go to the same
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
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