Translation: The City Drive. Defeated.
the way You've gotta take it if you wanna make it All the way, all the way You want it, you need it You won't be defeated No, you won't Can't you see
city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head is being took and operated Up and down the avenue, I drive
We smoke dubs on hot streets Watch hoes creep Drop hits of acids in 3's Blow up bitch police As they drive down my street In their ugly ass caprice Walk
, muscle and sweat You became the city that carried the country The city, like the sport, is built on dreams People who would drive to you, driven
? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix
all in the feel Touch it and watch the blood fall with the steel The weak raps you wrote you could call that your will My drive, vroom, is how I stay
blocks get shot with defeat They say no drive-by's on the street So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive
the consequences Suffer the consequence [esham] I'm always a witness to some type of crime The city I live in'll make ya lose ya mind If you see a drive
Just to spit on a passing parade Suspect defeat change the TV station As the media takes over your brain Expedite, unite, bring yourself together Before you drive
t go for no progress, it leads to stress Mess when we step you'll get'cha neck snapped when I'm thru The axe on the necks, left for trach We heard your footsteps in the city
'bout his lifestyle. Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none And there ain't no man righteous, no not one. Sometimes the devil likes to drive
alright, mama said, "It's alright" Now nothing's and it never will When you learn to swallow defeat like a bitter pill Remember the story about Jack 'n' Jill They ended up driving
cops, smoke and mirrors Carrying creed cards we all race for death Hope to be saved by our next breath Walk the beat. It takes years You'll drive a mustache
Book of Magica and the wizards who had used its spells so wisely for the good of the people were being honored in all the great cities of the world.
you Likwit takin' over 99 it's official We hit you were it hurt, until your mind don't work Run 'em over on my turf Drives a Nigga berserk So their
kid I'mma make in in life As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life Interlude: Why are we doing this? Because the families have no love {Agallah} At the city
at beach sites That make you breathe right In some cities Students still collide To keep they peeps rights We hostin' different ghettos Different sounds each night No drive
