no chase Brought our feast (their city) Of Mission grease (their city) To freeze our tits off (their city's awake) On Baker Beach (their city's awake
like the night in the summer in the city in the summer in the city summer in the city hot town summer in the city then again a cool town evening in the city
Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I think it's time I make my own way I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not looking back
baby? Yeah? Look?.. I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong where this
three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red
Cause their young dumb try to get some In the process forgot where they come from But what they can't see while their running the game Is that their
and do the ... where the trouble is at Come to the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys I wanna wear my clothes tight Matching
Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city alone Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city alone Their shrines and palaces are not
I'm told And the world has lost its ears So I'll save my breath Time was never on my side And now the clocks behind my eyes Have all run down Strike a match
foun-tains over rugged moun-tains of my terrain, diggit I came too far to front So I'm meditatin on how to maintain Stepped off at City Hall into the
s what I call harcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match
like bullets, swell up your chest like mastisses I've mastered this rap scene Blasted every wack cat I've seen I've got the best flow, no match for this
city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah) (Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see) Tryna match
's what I call hardcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match
emptying glasses This is London City The best city in the world When everybody's not shankin' and blasting Young men moving to music And females shaking their
stand up Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus On their way to riker'
it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride