on the street, But the suburban scumbags, they don't care, Just get fat and dye their hair! I love livin' in the city [x2] I love livin' in the city
I love livin' in the city I love livin' in the city I love livin' in the city I love livin' in the city [Incomprehensible] I love livin' in the city
shit heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like
chop it told me one day, if we wasn't signed then he would drop it I peeped the realest, and was choosed had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce 15
come quite through My words may not convey just what I'm feelin [x2] What I'm feelin, what I'm feelin, ooooh, what I'm feelin...
Breathe in... Breathe out, Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call) I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing [Mos Def] Yo, I pushed
vicious on the beat I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets Yellin "D! ", for the cheddar cheese The cheddar I brought, letter B Like a spelling
Love and experience the reason why I write rhymes So I put my all in, 'til my sky falls an' Crush my head, I'm dead when I write y'all Believin it now
but I stay so fresh, so clean With all these throwbacks, you think I got a time machine Kodak moment, everytime I hit scenes Cuz I'm a young ??, I flip
day man Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherfuckin
coppers, we don't need 'em Trained to beat 'em, bang for freedom [??] City blocks, country roads Every ghetto, get ready to roll Keep on livin, keep
glamour boys want to be triple phatted but I'm slicker this year I'm slicker this year, yea east born beast candles on? lovely all over the city and
the same way I cut off dead weight We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all I'm the virus in the street that
are a glare Uhh, I'm lookin up at this world from a stare and really don't know which way I'ma turn I could get burned upon contact I'm makin a bad decision
low I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary Go '
fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back) And everything I seem to love I done lost Fuck
my city I see niggas watchin' Probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money And dump my bloody body I'm sorry not me I stay alarmed and be