Lyrics:
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
killed
What happened to England
What's happened to this green and pleasant land
Just take a look all around you
They're selling England by the pound
mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love
[Verse 1]
Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers
And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better
out of love
Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
Some people call me a cowboy
But I don't know, I don't ride no more
I gave it up for
Keepin' my eyes away from the lights
I'll never be a fool but I will gamble foolishly
I've never let go of love
Till I lost it in my dreams
I don't want
a feeling that we won't survive.
We'll be eaten alive by robots.
I see them rolling down the railroad track.
It's time to panic panic panic in the city
the city
Welcome to the 910
If you not from there please don’t drive by slow
Cause them guys might blow
Niggas paranoid cause one of they guys got smoked
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
sick like a plague, uh
Hold up, lil' woadie
That ain't what he told me
Uptown killers by the river is nothing holy
Except for your white tee
Red dots
Eight legged freak, I'm a killer
Blood on my face from the fight, but I'm still standing
And it's venom in the bite, but it get bands in
Eight eyes,
episode doesn't count)
Shoutout to Arcade Monsters, by the way
(Oh, Necu...)
Yes sir!
Let's crank up that bass!
Pullin' up with that new foreign car
Liquid
of them reading our eulogy
Defamation of the majority
Decimation of a foreign city
Divide us all over fool's gold
False information that arouses a
Hatred
The city by the bay, the city that rocks
The city that never sleeps
Marconi plays the mamba
Listen to the radio, don't you remember?
We built this city
shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells
you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail
I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs
about her and, well
Turn around I'm by the bar
I told you I can wait for a while
Yeah this city's has gotten wider since
July of '21
& auntie Sally's
D.JOHNS
You new to the city
Shit aint a game man shit could get gritty
For Hunnits and Fiddys
Keep me some killers these niggas get busy
Two shots
they wanna see me let the bullets fly
Cause Im a SouthPark killer hooked on scrilla,
hitting fools harder than
A eighteen wheeler
I’m a nicca, he’s
Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
Murder
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
Southside cop killer queens
Circle the vehicle and squeeze
after song hoping
They sign me with the killers
In the city and it's grimey
Imma probably keep on
Thuggin till I'm 90
Niggas want war they
Should put it
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
automatic when I grab it
Want static I have to pull yo pistol ain't no time to panic
Fo green or geed killers dive by gats
out the window with speed, somebody
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