to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city
Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life, we going
blessed my last breath to be Allah U Akbar And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes Time for
some 2 bit missy Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs 1 love, for
6 hard Ain't no motherfucka know what's on my old man log From y'all with the paint balls, horrible dogs Ten hut but I can pay for it fog, fog Somebody
now disallowed Growing anger in the city Banner headlines around the world What has to be done is called reformation To heal the rift of living apart
thangs I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano we mashin' We tryin' to do it right but now tonight they flashin' My nigga D-Shot he be known for
-Legit: I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano we mashin' We tryin' to do it right but now tonight they flashin' My nigga D-Shot he be known for
turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying to
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
live my life as it surrounds me I can give you all the room you need to be yourself as I am in the same key We can live our lives together, yes, and still
But hey, to never dream is to have never lived at all Never lived at all Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, he'
my bed, and picked up my pointsetta And put him on the balcony so he could get a Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst Plants gotta live too
it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying
eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano
of a crosshair, I am armed to the T I put on for my city, I take off for whoever Think I'm soft for my job of rappin, go back to clappin Back to illin
