Songtexte:
Jersey City Streets

calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets are cold Another night, my pockets all turned out All alone, these city streets

the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City ripped

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

Success has its price And can you hear me now That I'm dumbing myself down? Is it filling you with doubt That I am who you thought? I know it's just

think that we've got it made And the crowd is huge and they're calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets

: The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on

is to have a gun when im thursty ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy i got more bricks than that city do with jersey Yo i got call cops niggaz

Been to the pen, I was in it for the paper Stick 'em up, try to get with us get sprayed up Came up hustlin, I'm comin to your city smugglin Dopeheads

feet, J Rich, Dominique Players who push off on ass cheeks like Jordan are so weak They cheat, no jumpman for me, no 23 jersey Rhyme nerdy, lines dirty