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Contact Cities Burn

Hearts aren't really our guides. We are truly alone. 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones. Remember we used to speak. Now I'm

the summer days And the droughts dried out them fields and broke that fathers heart (a farmers heart) Now they're headin to the city for another start And the city

Spear, hey Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 This Spear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level This Spear Like Burning

flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb

wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line everybody wanna contact me and get wit

dark side of the moon and contact with aliens I started out like Australians, criminal minded Broke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind

can find them quarter waters at/ and actin like you cant afford all that/ Please my whole click shops heavy aint no time for the stores to stack/ we burn

Coke Cola, girl you have the shape) Verse 3 But she's all dat She's so hot you can't even hold dat Her fire make ya burn on contact Deep like dis

Pick up the phone and give my homiez a call What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?) Livin' in the city where we born to ball Rolled up a Philly we pack