city, die in the city. Talk is cheap and the air smells shitty. Laugh in the city, cry in the city. It's my home, but it sure ain't pretty. Uptown,
While this youngin' that you doubted is about to get busy I'mma kill it, I promise this, I know you mad I've always treated my city like some shoulder
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
week I flossed on em, bitch I made a movie How you doin? Where you been? Hello to my groupies! Swagga to the moon, man, Gaup in my two hands You can eat
Reincarnated, spirit of a G. Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we could eat. A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port, You eat from da bowl while ya dog
Reincarnated spirit of a G Beef'll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat A Farrakhan aura, paws on the port You eat from da bowl while ya dog
I was walkin' through the city streets And a man walks up to me and hands me the latest energy drink "Run faster, jump higher" Man, I'm not gonna let
, a come on, a come on Everybody get up, get down Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green Gotta have another bill, y'all, dog,
to you is live your life And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights So get it right (never know) You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city
) Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (let's do it again) When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed (do it a) Just to reiterate dog those
Yeah Uh Huh, D Block D Block, You with me Louch? You know it my nigga Yeah I know Yeah You know why we do this right? Why's that dog? Make these niggaz
to the Yung Boss mansion South side stand up Location top of the world West side get up K-Town, Twista get 'em Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and
all them Jawns that be hurtin' the game. I be dreamin' 'bout hoes and doin' them live shows, Shirtless, that's why I started to personal train. Dog, personally
at ya boy, Man, you better have ya bungee cord, Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he
town, then take me home and eat me (Okay) Uh, I got tired of being a broke dog (Faa sho) Ice sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dog Can I come up without
Yeah, Brick City Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin
