long rangers Better float like a nationwide sky pager Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas On the real we can deal with you playa haters We hit the spot, every city
own And I won't throw stones So I get back what I give Reach for the tool homeboy go ahead If you wanna be dead homie be dead Who am I to be thinkin that
the streets Streets of a lonely city Listen to the beats The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets of.. streets of a lonely city [Warren
the postman hopin fo' paper Please stop the bus mister driver, wait up we got... Rock fights where the dead end meets The stop lights is out so it's dead
he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city
within reach Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands used by backup singers in Atlantic City
Livin 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
to me and BIG meet again, yeah Curry going, hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer
we fly Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive And how real is that I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal
whips, bendin hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn
Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?)
(Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born
it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I've become CNN said I'll be dead
Every time that you came o Listen o Digit Purchase MP3 * Falling o Lyrics From the city
to act like Lauryn Hill Frankly, it's a rap, no bargain deals I drive a four wheel ride with foreign wheels Throw it up Baby it's Brick City, you heard
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
blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'