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You see the lights from space. Like a beacon to the planets as it happens. What had happened it the charts in south Manhattan the batteries up like all my homeboys seen 'we all ride in a yellow submarine all the greats got stake in the city by the superpower the streets got meat never mind the early hour suv's swarm like beetles in trees. No matter what your needs if you got the d's from treaties to crunk. To bodies in the trunk its never a dull moment. Unless you're gettin drunk but it might be you out on the business end so pack a jack and watch your back. Ain't nobody yoob friend back in the jungle its survival of the fittest. So witness the pittness as i stomp all op in this you know where to find me i mat bungalow 8 but bring a strap and half your camp and the key to hell's gate.. I love livin'in the city
I got the pug ugly suit with some goya 0 boya pix. Pix. Pix. Or is that too OG for ya action packed like Gene Hackman under the l. The buildings are so beautiful. But nevermind the smell. Nevermind the ghetto fab. Their ice is from canal. Nevermind the euro-trash their presence is banal. Nevermind the technocrat when all he says is well but always mind the don't walk sign. The traffic here is hell. Although my heart is heavy. Its a bevy of broads its where you should be goin its where their dealin the cards. The Bronx is up and everyone's down. The center of the universe for some time now. And how motherfucker. This is New York city. The rest of you are knuckleheads tryin to look pretty. Vacancies range from your soul on up. So count your chips and do the math. Or get the fuck out. I love livin' in the city |
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Ay-yo i change up but what i can't remember but when i buckle down I knuckle up all the contenders pretenders get passed. The girls get gassed they playin' pass the ass bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass all night long with your bullshit talkin' litical. Litical. But your crew is all soft i
Knock your best shot off the right field fence served ain't the word. You got sent You don't know how it be you don't know what i feel and you don't know what i see When i walk my dog at four in the morning You want to know how it really be. What you live and see what you gotta weed. The criminality who's livin it up. Who still gut the guts who's payin to fuck who got in his truck i'm pushin' my luck down the ave with my crew. Lustin for loot. Dustin for fools blind to the bulls. Twenties gleamin like jewels straight not givin'a fuck... You don t know how it be You don't know what i feel And you don't know what i see When i walk my dog at four in the morning |
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Yo kid. I'm from your block yo. I took yodr chain. I took your moms out twice. I put the g in the game its been like Tangiers. I put the grease in the gears left your dad in tears. When i boxed his ears i'm reppin avenue c. Where the wack catch a slap i keep my cretin's crackin and the meatpackers mackin puttin things in relief so baby sit in the seat never touch the levels. Just bump the beat
Feel the fibe. Cop my style on this bitch ask the boys downtown. Yeah they know this kid. From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner. Don't start no shit. Hell rain on you From downtown brooklyn to the L.E.S Let me hear it for the city is ya alright All you bottle blonde she-devils. Out on patrol you'll catch a trick real quick so baby slow your roll and all you mop-top critics can't get me down. I count my money first then i beat your ass down i got the Saville Row suit. So fool. Don't act cute' cause... |
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All these people makin' choices with no
cause and effect check sayin' their man is the best. But yet they don't respect they lie to elect. Then resent the rest. Making god's whole world a mess I say it again. I make a wager that the saviour hasn't been back yet we got many looking skyward like the man got a jet you see it in the children's eyes. Within them they reflect the love that we forget bring me your poor. Persecuted huddled masses. Put them through the system. And kick their asses. Try to figure out why the double edge slashes. While the white rich men get passes. We got a thousand year beef that's still a problem. Since 1945 we just threaten to bomb 'em. But now they're bombin' back. And still we aint got 'em you said. Never forget. But we've forgotten. Did you ever think the world would get so hard children killing children in our own back yard did you ever think you'd say that you gave up on god Now try and pitcure this. Through all of the mist we're taking out hits. Scratchin' dicks off the list we're itchin' to piss off. Those kicks we just lift off. The kids that just let off. The guns that we gift. The times that push cadence. Reflect all the ancients we try to have patience. Through all of the hatred with all of this growin'. It's out of control. I'm sitting on my sofa sedated. We got a lot in the way of. Acheiving a state. That don't try to relate the temptations of fate. And what's made us great? All of this blood? Is this how we court the houses of Saud? well we're sleeping with dogs. But detaining the pack. They're stealing my rights with the patriot act. With Washington runnin' the drugs. And the guns in. Sometimes I thank god we got crack Did you ever think the world would get so hard children killing children in our own back yard did you ever think you'd say that you gave up on god |
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Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper.
Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre i was on the mix mad drinkin that is when i found all these locals all up in my biz. See i had to do some splainin cause the language they was playin wasn't NewYorkese. Or for that spanglish even. I walked up to the man with the largest of hands, cold briefed him on the plan, turned around and sang... I'm a city boy. Baby Don't you ever try to play me Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby You know they always like a story down on flatbush ave i remembered when i listened and we stole what we had. If America's a tit then New York is the nipple. So suck on this and you may learn a little... The golden rule's for fools or for men who are righteous so piay the cards you're dealt. And maybe you might just slide on by with no damage to your pride. Go let ignorance be your guide. I'm a city boy. Baby. Don't you ever try to play me. Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby |
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We all walk down the street, my love
We carry pain and we carry scars We carry everything we've loved We carry the girls we met in the bars We carry guilt and some remorse For all them fucked up things we've done And we carry on and carry on Until our caring days had gone When we blaze out past the boroughs To a place where time forgot I see the leaves are even changing And my stomach starts to drop Your face is in the moon But still I try to find my rock But now you live down by the river And my key don't fit your lock I can make it better, I know I can I can make it better, I'd give everything I have I can make it better, try to forget the pain I can make it better Has it really been that long Since you've told me about the war Yeah, a thousand nights of blisters And probably a thousand more Godspeed you from the city In a stolen takxi cab I'd be reckless on the L.I.E. Until it starts to scab Well I'd tell you all about Those good things in your life And when I'd fail I'd say I love you And ask you to be my wife We could live out by the water Where it's always summertime I'd love you even after All your scars were mine When we blaze out past the boroughs To a place where time forgot I see the leaves are even changing And my stomach starts to drop Your face is in the moon again But still I try to find my rock now you live down by the river And my key don't fit your lock I can make it better, I know I can I can make it better, I'd give everything I have I can make it better, try to forget the pain I can make it better, we'd be together again |
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It was late one night up in Washingtgn heights i was on my own. And that wasn't too bright the stage was set and i came collecting. Pickin up a debt not worth mentioning. I used to love a girl from just this block. We used to rock to salsa and salsa to rock.
You know row shit goes. Time ticks and tocks If you asked me if i love her. I'd have to say lots Backto the story. I was out on the stoop with a man in a headlock. Gettin my loot. I thought i heard my name and i quickly turned around, my heart just froze and i couldn't make a sound in just one moment my whole vibe changed, it was the love of my life and she really looked the same and when i say the same i really mean better, and when i say better, I mean you'd never forget her Mi corazon When our met. I knew how much 'd hurt her i traded money for love and went even further I started drinkin' a lot and abusing myself she loved me but left me couldn't do nothing else. Three years has passed I always think about her. Never loved nobody else. Probably never will. I asked her about her life tried to turn the page. She laughed in my face said act your age. I said this ain't no rap I care about you. She said she liked the lyrics but they wouldn't do She said she loves me but it kills her alright? She found another man gonna become his wife. I said that's crazy you're foolin' yourself. He aint better than you she said turned around and left. Family never founded. She's just walkin' away I'll be here when you need me. My hearts that way... Mi corazon Usted es mi vida. Soy yo mi amor... Mi corazon Mi corazon |
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Hey friend it won't be too long now
'til the fire comes to town and leads us underground hey girl the city will eat you alive and leave the faintest burn mark on the dirty city sidewalk And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws Hey y'all it's not like nobody warned us we roast upon the fire of aggressive imperial desire hey friend I see you down the road the road that's strewn with ashes and burnt child's eyelashes And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will i be ready when I have to do the deed with a long splendid sword and balanced honesty and will I be ready and will I just listen or will I be ready or will I just listen or will I be ready hell yeah I'll be ready yeah I'll be ready no I will not listen get ready |