the Heartbeat of the city in the heart of you Heartbeat of the city deep inside of you It's back beat in the heart of you With the heartbeat of the city
,hair always fresh Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan With their systems
I'll kick over for mine even in the end times I can beat the system, come on, let's say it with me Show me some optimism, we can take over the city
Together with my honey like silk to sew We grow and take you back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got
bachelor to a master what I thought that leaves You flabbergasted ask you what's the matter bastard? These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast it You hear the beats
God Almighty It could be Allah Jesus Krishna Buddha Aphrodite It could be nefretire come hear me you never fear me It's like at some point in your life you gonna have to hear
on your head as the beat plays Yo, the icp has got the dogbeats Inner city posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin' this funk 'cause I can hear
ride clean White Cutlass with the beat down system All black Cadillac, Pirellis on the tires Flip flop candy paint, the bitches goin' wild My engine got a Hemi, you can hear
on as well Plus got my mind in the zone The one that's rocking fresh pelle pel's Tru to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh
do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City
days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existance Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Illegal beats
, I'll use any old ride Drive, drive, drive, drive Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive Cars slide by with the booming system Like New York is Fallujah
can die too Around here with that flossin i'ma try you Verse 2: Al Kapone Trick i ride for my city I die for my city Put your m's up high if you niggaz
shit you heard in your life Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in your Area Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin' you I'm hearin' ya
bass G-O and full with soul so I can wait Leaving the rest to DJ Dr. Dre It's the diggy diggy D.O.C. y'all When I hear a bass drum I gotta get dumb
em, there's no need to diss em The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates
the whole system upside down But the system had other ideas I got lifted for carryin' a gun In a trial without a jury I got fourteen years from the judge Screws beat
get worried I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit And find happiness before I hit thirty OK, OK, I've said too much I wear my heart on my
