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That money my bread my dough
Making that shit alone
Rollin Joints and blow

I'm from hoods where they toting chromes
Sunny day in Top city brotha's

He wakes up in the morning
And laces up his boots
He goes in search of stubborn weeds
And pulls them by the roots

He loosens up the ground
Around

a lotta rappers in my city keep it real
Juju Bucks keep it Real... yeah

I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm

in the city and she getting mula
C is for the crib
The cats that call you catch
Cbgb's babies sneaking Blondie through the back
D is for

hear the title Leave The City?
(Leave The City?)
That's the title of the album
(Uh, it makes me wanna drive)
Yeah?
(It makes me like, wanna like get in

workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next

a house
Can’t hate what he don’t know about
Can’t fake what you not cause you'll get exposed by your own block
Riding through the city goddamn I’m fly
Hit

New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You might get fooled if you come from out of town 
But I'm down by

Run through the city we're thunder
Killing this shit like no other
Run through the city we're thunder
Take over this shit man I can't ever bother
Run

Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do

Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human

Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful 
Talk cheap

Un Casa

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my

You see I write my name in stone as I grow into my own
I'm bad to the bone and a beast I'm in my zone
No need for hallow tips or 9 that's plated by

****** VERSE 1 ******
What you know about me besides a Google search?
From a city where we taught to do the worst
Lead by paper we go draw it like

track (yeah, yeah)
You know it's back

Man, I'm riding through the city look I scored into your goal
Dribbling left, right, up, down balling on these

rep it like designer
My bitch ain't from the city, you ain't finding one just like her
I heard he dropped an album, what's the price of tea in china

bang
Riding around the city with my bro's gucci gang gang"
Whatchu saying my g, you're no bad man
You can get slapped around the face by my backhand

it
If I say it you should probably retweet it
I'm a motherfucking OG, legend in my city
A weapon in my city, and I'm repping my city
Kansas City

killas
Cause when im back you in my long list of DMs
Asking to chill a little
Reppin in my city
And i know u aint wit me
We can have a seat

that piece of shit is still somewhere
Near
By
I drop and say hi
Our smell could kill
But our pits are still dry
I see inside you but it's still lo-fi
But

just gettin' fucked by your image
Steady frontin' like your tough
With no substance, fiction

Check me out, check me out, yeah
I'm back again
Check me

the city
Looking for a chick that was down
And he found a girl
Led him to her home
In her house
He was feeling doubt
But he was aroused
He was down
Started

Remember times when I was hurting now I spend this cash till it's dizzy
Back to Back like his name's Drizzy
I'm tinted up riding around my city
I don't see

yeah, uh-huh)
Where's the scoop? (Uh, Yeah)
Where's the scoop? (Uh, lil', uh-huh, lil' bitch)

Spell it out for you like ABC's fuck you pay me. Don't play