no chase Brought our feast (their city) Of Mission grease (their city) To freeze our tits off (their city's awake) On Baker Beach (their city's awake
city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah) (Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see) Tryna match
's what I call hardcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match
emptying glasses This is London City The best city in the world When everybody's not shankin' and blasting Young men moving to music And females shaking their
stand up Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus On their way to riker'
it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride
Train within my brain Fountains over rugged mountains of my terrain Diggit, I came too far to front, so I'm meditatin' on how to maintain Stepped off at City
Lick a shot for the predicate felons and gangster niggas That know that doing their time is better than tellin' Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard
tan pitchen, corner to the damn kitchen gained a couple fans having made the transition but im still in the hood like a transmission no cat can match
like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their
out like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their
serious A kid goes out on dates later than their next period My crews got it made, rockin the place With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin
if you don't believe me, then go ask Magic Everybody and their momma preaching abstinence These kids ain't checking for abster shit So put a condom in their
three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red
d travel away for a match into galway in the swamp or out in renmore they'd be calling us smokies the lads from the city but l didn't care what they
Sometime in the night I drew up my knees In second class And watched in the blue light Strangers beside me Strangers across from me They've closed their
lies on holy ground (with a smile) Our young come home in bags Sent to their death by our own Who is the real murderer? Light the match Hit the gas
the bend before the break Our steps seal our fate Because this city, this city is haunted By ghosts from broken homes Because this city, this city is
