planted the seed Waiting for victims Ready to feed It's the city of the dead Lonely streets where ancient spirits tread In the city of the dead You can
you ain't dirrty You ain't here to party (woo!) Ladies (move) Gentlemen (move) Somebody ring the alarm A fire on the roof Ring the alarm (and I
move, gentleman move Somebody ring the alarm, a fire in the room Ring the alarm, and I'm trowin' elbows Ring the alarm, and I'm trowin' elbows Ring the
by the fire hydrant. Yeah I'm from the ghetto, Where old black women talk about they sugar level, It's not unusual, To see photos of dead homies' funerals
Ladies move , gentlemen move Somebody ring the alarm, a fire on a roof Ring the alarm and I'm throwin' elbows Ring the alarm and I'm throwin' elbows Ring
it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride
evening Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found dead
still glory lets those legs on fire And she's going to take away your life And there's a mess beyond the killing fields Shock Bells ringing from the city
me, or lock me up Twenty-five to life, throw the key Chorus Verse One: X-1 Yo, yo You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale When
enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn
up from the bottom when you enter Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex, drugs
Summers, coolin? off by the fire hydrant Yeah, I'm from the ghetto Where old black women talk about their sugar level It?s not unusual to see photos of dead
lethal weapon'll swing Stop the presses, block the doors Cops oppress us, watch the wolves But all the friendly fire is worse than oppression Pressure more stressin is poured in dead
to you, Roxie And I'll appear in Lavaliere That goes all the way down to my waist Here a ring, there a ring Everywhere a ring a ling But always in the
dead, well put em to rest Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die Will you run dead em again? Well
false alarm, can't you smell the smoke? You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes. Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, that
