I been flying almost every night. I been ready to burn and I been living to die. SO take a look, take a look in my eyes: Cause I got no remorse for
Übersetzung: Blood For Blood. City Boy.
hell I been flying almost every night. I been ready to burn and I been living to die. SO take a look, take a look in my eyes: Cause I got no remorse for
ya nuttin scary-ass nigga, what'cha heart beatin for? What's your heart beatin for? (You SCARRRRRED) What's your heart beatin for, ha? [Chorus] [
when you fall the streets all over they rooted for the underdog I got Kizzle I got Snipe I got Gar on my team and I got click of niggas ready for war
hot boy, Is you a hot boy Kid a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Red a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Chopper City hot boys, We some hot boys Wide Open hot boys,
, fetti, cheese, green, my grip Nigga don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus] In my city
young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for
bewurr New York City, I'm the motherfuckin' 'Mayurr I put 100 G's on my neck, like: "Don't Sturr! " The lights hit the ice, boy your face, it might blurr
all day, everyday, Even when I'm in LA I roll with the thugs, Where we creep to the city and look for the weed spots, Stop cause I gotta get bud, Wanna
a pistol runnin' through ? And they call war, ready for the cause Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break Your face be on that table, ready for
your pass revoked!) I got keys to the city and we locking you out We come hard for the paint. - And I'm blocking you out! So run for the hills and hide
the wheel For reals, penitentiary steel Put heads the best I?m a choke of a headlock Faded baldheads the perms even dreadlocks Why, grouse boy with
City To Citymy Niggas Is Gritty And Ol Boy Reppin That Bone Thug Mo Thug Thugline Hit Em With One Rhyme They Be Like Oh Boy(Oh Boy) Now Most Of The Greatest
t need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch you get for show Some say yeah I used to get for the blow Sit em on the row
Boy, When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An
peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes an the sheers change An show me the city that I without
