know where I'm from The names chopper city It's a city of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me Keep they fingers on triggers Let's roll wit' a pistol I get
Big papa mek Girl bust like Fire Ey so mi say a wich Fassyhole mi hear no like we a wich ina mill mi hear a chad we a which little Boy we hear no
the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive? The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five My
me, my gat screamed fire The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll When my niggas try to ????
do you like a German Shepard Take you home and get you hot and hot and get you butt naked On the floor on the bed leg on the dresser Bend you out and wear you out on
: We are scanning the scene In the city tonite We are looking for you To start up a fight There is an evil feeling In our brains But it is nothing new
? The stars will fall tonight Beautiful destruction laid down before our eyes The blackest tears you cry Fighting out this city as we struggle for our lives Fight
water, No water could put out this fire (fire): This fire (fire), this fire (fire), This fire (fire), a yaga y'all! Ride, Natty, ride! Go deh, Dready, go deh, 'Cause now the fire
illiteracy Only a machine that makes CHORUS Slave driver your table has turned Catch a fire Your gonna get burned Slave driver your table has turned Catch a fire
Fire (fire), Fire (fire) Fire (fire) Fire (fire) Fire (fire) On the dancefloor I got that fire (fire), Fire (fire) Fire (fire) Fire (fire) Fire (fire) Fire
forever And you've got Time To Burn Time To Burn When the wolf is loose in the city The the city will fight to survive You can hide in the streets of the city
shit Stay in your lane you on that double park shit We eatin at the top get a spoon and a fork lift I got raps wrapped up like a gift And id be over
fire than a dragon fight fuck you pussy ass hater you should do you you aint heard of me then you should go and get a Blues Clue oops I mean a red clue
: You're the fighter you've got the fire The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart You fight for your life because the fighter never quits You make
Caddy with the fresh set of Vogues Spinnin' on blades, forever stayed paid, true Plus I'm dope like your hoe sniff a Quaalude And put the 'Smack Down' on
people who died for your greed. Buy guns and bombs to fight with iron hand Feed on stupidity while vultures rule the land. Burnt in holy fire, Forged
We were dancing under stars on a hill next to town. The orchestra still played as the bombs struck the ground And fires burned in the city not far away
Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)] (Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city (Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle
