Lyrics:
peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
Die
tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a house ?
We the muthafuckin best, word to my mama
Ridin'
is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holla at a nigga G
Riding on my
cell and watched Hill die
Yeah, I was livin' in the cell when X had died
Send me to jail, you know I'm gon' ride
Never gon' care, I'm never gon' cry
Never turn my back on my birthplace
Leave it to my city, making sure that the dirt's straight
Leave my kids just enough 'cause I'll fail them
I run this shit, I run this shit
Put that on my mama
I done this shit, I done this shit since I was pushin' a Honda
No one hit shit, no one hit
for them
I'd be humming a slave hymn, for him
Blessed to be called by Mack and T-X-T
The city's in good hands
It's easy to sleep
I'm good with
the one to like
It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life
But Isis, like this,
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
(Beat Execs)
(Mercybeatz, nigga)
(K4producedit)
Look, look
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts
Mama, pray for me please, I'm going outside
I'll be on the corner where my father died
I just hope my honor isn't compromised
It's the only thing
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs through' a concrete channel.
I took you there once; I think it was after
all that (all that)
M's in the bank, I need all that
So run it, mane
Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY
Fuck about this award,
on the table
My people have failed (teleport)
Ten years old, man, the world's so cold and I got no money
My mama no money
My daddy no money
My family no
we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios
this City
All the mornings I cursed Returning
All the nights I walked this City
All the mornings I wished
I'd died
Tell mama I'm back
Tell my mama I'm
ain’t seen us in a while, jack
Rastic, I’m god and a buggy is a mousetrap
You’ll become about that
Big homies ain’t out yet
Youngins run the city
from the city where two of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Name
into
Don't know what his problem is
Why he keeps dragging you away
Don't know why I put up with this shit
When you don't put out and Zip City's so
like in the movies, but when it's real.
It's such a happy, exciting sound.'
The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
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