wait and see you want a wish you better I dream a genie yo all i left there was a broken heart and a bunch of lies that i told her and i bounced before
City High, City High, '99, '99 If you my dog, let me hear you bark It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart Split you apart, you should
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with my click, and stood on my own, And kill flesh and I rest on the nine I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs And em' all niggas been anxious
regular mentality, but I'm a target on the street and that's just reality, cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary, except makin deals and selling
smiles to the gallon she can watch the world floating through. Throw away your city clothes, throw away your suit, Bring out your city rose, bring the dogs and the cats
And red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City No more big wheels Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats And ten thousand peoploids split
rippy blocks, we kill em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer
aroma its California With females frontin off in Arizona Its me and Quincy, off in Cincy On a red eye flight and we high and tipsy Mississippi and Carolina
crazy fat She bump and grindin', makin' it clap Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that? When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat Hot lights
me how to read and count Cook up coke, cut up dope and how to bag an ounce Me and my family coming to rob America blind, thugging since '89! [Chorus
t fellin dat I'm dukcin the county boys with they billy bat I got my dogs with me lokkin out for silly cats ball with me wezzy wear the city at and If
.) Welcome. Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the Mobb fool. Uh. I got some killers on the payroll, and they
know you're listenin, so I keep showin and provin Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme Fuck
goin wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starite City
woozy And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me And whip out they titties And from they kiddies throw me 50's in bundles of 100's And make
radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs
trunk and we rollin' that bank Slang that bud on over yo thug So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate We straight get high, so high
