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
hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer You gotta back it with some muscle and think fast on your feet On the Jersey City streets Part of the city
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
Käännös: Los Falcons. Jersey City Streets.
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
s hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer You gotta back it with some muscle and think fast on your feet On the Jersey City streets Part of the city
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
it wasn't nothing And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be call laa baw and pot see Had a lot after sometin', after union city
Square, Yeah Carmelo, Yeah Carmelo, Yeah Carmelo, Yeah Carmelo I put it down for the whole street screaming Yeah Carmelo, Yeah Carmelo, Yeah Carmelo, yeah Carmelo Yeah, blue jersey
down a darkened street listening to my boot heels click My leather jacket squeaked I needed a cigarette When I turned the corner my spinning light was in the street
like Mr. Marcus Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson The survey said I'm hot in right in your apartment This Brick City, right beside New York Yeah, the streets
of Goretex Heard Reggie went left, 'cause when I do right Punk niggaz out of spite only give me a few mics Three best emcees, time for new light Let the streets
, eleven, get it or forget it You could hold this blaow (Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin? that shit) You could hold this blaow (Real street, real street
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
waitin' Jersey that's whassup (Whassup, yo?) You heard me light the Dutch (Smokin' weed) Rock on like what the fuck (What the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City Jersey