E? guerra in citta E? guerra stanotte I coltelli luccicano alla luce dei neon E? la notte degli eroi E? guerra Non c'e niente di romantico non ci sono
fucking shoot We are the new breed, we will have our say we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die Chaos in the city Civil war now Skinheads taking over
[Chorus 2X] I say the war shouldn't stop Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott) Nigga the war shouldn't stop Until these motherfuckin cops
and hear pistols poppin' buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come up, Everybody get up, get down [x4] Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang
the wind The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy Them city slickers ain
the things that happen to me And all that I have seen: A world full of people, their hearts full of joy, Cities of light with no fear of war, And
left me with I'ma get it Now y'all combinin all the countries we goin do the same Combine all the cliques to make one gang It ain't all about a black
gangster It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more There's latin cown kings here, Southside folk Eastside them gangs and nothin' but gang lands
Dem Suit Case Tighten My Shoelaces The Fugitive Running In Fear Of A Criminal Past Cuz Dem Folks Is Coming I've Been Wrongfully Judged Being From This Environment The City Gangs
and Pussy Galore Every time I turn around it's more Pussy Galore Nations goin to war for the Pussy Galore Either the cash, the raw or the Pussy Galore Yo, gang
colors [Verse 1: Sean Kingston] I'm from a world of different colors different faces Different slang different races different gangs different places
on my dick Different locations,spots where it takes place If you show them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid There's four major games that run the city
Tech N9ne] It's the one With a name of a gun Look at me mamma what I become It's a, monsta, gangsta, fast But I want to, thank ya for the last Thirty-
