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Jersey City Streets

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

s hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer You gotta back it with some muscle and think fast on your feet On the Jersey City streets Part of the city

calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets are cold Another night, my pockets all turned out All alone, these city streets

the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City ripped

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

the po-po if they was any regular nagger I would run up on you shit that shit aint fucking fair watch your man getting lock up not even in your Motherfucking city

Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks Think tanks once rolled on the city streets I used to meet your

Africans we love huntin' Found my way up to da top like it wasn't nothing And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be call laa baw

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on