on the floor but you're still too low and you're drinking to grow and it stays in your throat but feeling no less alone don't worry darling, in the city
(Wale) I promised Ricky and Milly that I'ma kill it Running throughout them digits, and Dollars on me I'm on it I'm running I'm so 100 with every nigga
be broke in money making days I can't get no job in a white man's world that's why I live so raw I can't watch my children starve homeboy so watch me
the world [girl] Oh-hahhh [2Pac] Stuck in the game Me against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops
York State of Mind [Chorus #1 - Alicia Keys] New York, New York, New York New York City, whoa oh New York, New York, New York New York City, baby [
York State of Mind [Chorus #1 - Alicia Keys] New York, New York, New York New York City, whoa oh New York, New York, New York New York City, baby [Alicia
the angry face He got 2 years off For good behavior Back in the neighborhood Working for the city There's two old ladies And a junkie, now now
have the same forefather him next door neighbor all weed we charge for we children slaughter ah we dem want murder just read di observer right now the city
hard erections, and seven incisions Raw intercourse with mother nature She likes to bang to the left Teach all women and children only the best Stakes
Like the hawks and vultures on they pilgrimage south [Shaggy 2 Dope:] Street lights that haven't worked for years suddenly glow Missin' children from a hundred years ago now
the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat
(M. C. Carpenter) When we were young, we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful
bubbling in the mother country's crotch What does Webster say about soul? All I want is a good home and a wife And a children and some food to feed them every
water like my city's Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers Niggas got problems niggas got business Niggas got children
peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee GA the peach state where we stay My small city's called
childhood part of my life wasn't very pretty You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city It was a one-room shack we slept in, the children
we'd rather be Burning your information Let's blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation And right here Right now All the way in Battery City Little children
now, you know? Hah [Chorus] The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me [x4] [Hook] Is it because I got the city on smash now Oh woe woe Or is it because
