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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

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

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

****** 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

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

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

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

expected I said fuck what is directed

Man, I played by your rules
And I only ever lose
Now I'm feeling fuckin' juiced
I'll pay for this boost if that's what

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

Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2

than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink

track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.

Outlawed by the Fascist

By the time you hear this song 
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say

Gunshots ringing off in