't down with the clown [Violent J] I say what I want, whatever I feel Fuck your big contract record deal Paper ain't shit youse amongst the dead Dark
on this thin line, I know the ledge Allegience I pledge strictly to my comittee Way above the law, we soar the inner city My crime pays, deep in the
good for nothing And I left you behind It's a sick sick city But it's never gonna make me insane If you're talking for real Then go cut a deal You're
Writer] u lookin at the get it getters, bigger figures hitters niggas im just a pimp gave the fox (make u city slickers) we some city slickers, sticky
hustlers and the gamblers The gangsters, the killers, the number runners The drug dealers and all the petty thieves And the card shark scramblers The city
in me Every minute feels like infiniti Time I trapped in it like enemy fire in the city of hope surrounded by dead energy, fallen Elohim who beam rocks
Thank you for coming out tonight Ladies and gentle men I am the president of Dirty Money Records (what the hell are you waiting for) New York City (
city lights Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, tore up under city
Jack. Ey, good, you Gotta hear these guys. They ain't got no record Deal. What difference does that make? You don't Need a record deal, motherfucker -
cause Tash ain't friendly They tried to pay to shut me up, but they knot too skinny And, gimme mines, that's my ninety-eight motto Can't walk around the city
do in the hood i done did it Thats why the dope boys and the misfits feel it This still his city as long as tip living... (listen) [Chorus] I aint dead
my city, nigga ATL, nigga What? I washawty born and raised, nigga Die here Born and raised, nigga Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
in the head Certain places you wear certain colors you dead Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man Cau gunshot a be like drum pan weh mi come from
jump (jump) If you want the respect then come (come) Get it from a nigga that'll merk you Or tattoo ya name on my arm Like you one of my dead homies,
welcome to L.A. Chorus: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving and your
yah Yuh see dat gal deh (Deal wid it fast) a man try punk yuh (Deal wid it fast) Hey, a weh mi money deh (Deal wid it fast) Becau di man dem jump in and
off the deal But I'm still gon be labeled A cuban dope dealer I'm just statin the facts Motherfucker [Chorus] I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers and Cuban dope dealers
are you on the list? stepford wives who are we to complain? investments and dealers investments and dealers cold wives and mistresses. cold wives and sunday papers. city