Lyrics:
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
of the dark ,
You know you're not invited to the party
It's a fool's invitation,
Are you receiving me?
Only you can rescue me,
I'm lost in the city,
Please
want it all
And you, you want it all
You want it all
All the streets are lined with baseball caps
And all the cities filled with hate
All the fools are
City to sin city
No shadows I fear
God holy father
A light to help me prosper
Finish finish finish killer
Finish finish finish killer
Say a prayer
Give 'em feet, they take the street
My city's called 'Everybody Eats'
The operations don't skip a beat
Don't you take my squad as chumps, punks
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
Here dealing with these fakers 'til I make up all the rules
I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down
All my bitches fightin' in the club with
real
And I don`t know if you will feel like this
When I build bridges to you
Running by night
Across the city lights
I see the image of you
My heart is
Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set
the killers thuggin
With the bullies
Standing on business never been pussy
Ready for warlike call of duty
Back against the wall, shooting up the city
Opps keep
to that Iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo)
It won't be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife
Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the city life
blinkin by like the twinkle in a trollop’s eye
and six riders riding madly in the shadows
this mornin sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin
with
a hand on the pump by the big black trucks (fools)
You can't trust a soul in the City of Angels
The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes
I
roll
Keep on moving like Soul I I Soul
Hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity y'all
From tryna' go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is
creeping on a come up, doing it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Brought styles motherfuckers
like No hope don't know which way to go seem like we guided by blind men
But I got some killers on goooo they do what I say like I'm Simon
Don't give
story and a big old fortress
Let's go out and let's go now
Claim our glory today
Through the gorges through the valleys
Through the cities through
check my history eventually you'll get told the same nigga big dogs a damn fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my own rules damned if I'mma change
Cold dreams set in September
Write notes so you'll remember
cll the fools, who couldn't play right by the rules
You wouldn't stay and fight
Break
on is wrong I don't wanna be right
10/22 rifle with the cop killer bullets
Y'all got me fucked up, I ain't with that bullshit
If it's on then it's
Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams
Big paybacks and police beatings
I can't replace my home with peacefull silence
But my roots
of Friday morn that says you got to get up early
Or play by the rules
You goddamn fool
I lost the race to save my face
And sitting in the glinting light
to fucking up your crew
Been used, reused labeled by color, killers and sinners
Just people living and dreaming staying free with low salary
We broke, we woke,
Far from these city games
(We could be out of town by now)
And cynical fools
(You and me)
Why don't we run away
(Run away)
Like you and I swore we would
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