Lyrics:
mismanagement
Plus overzealous architects
Old news, the old ones crumbled
News flash, your city's next
Kinda wild, you can see festivals getting bigger every year
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
You can own this city
You have everything you need
All it takes is all you got
Life don't ask you if you're ready or not
You can own this city
the city
Pray that my hands may choke
Myself around my throat
While I get off with every bloke
In the city
Well, I just want to be famous
Get murdered by
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
dog said his box just landed, he got his load through (he got his load)
Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to (facts)
His chopper smoke
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin' every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I
We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard.
All the bedroom windows opened onto this court,
And sometimes in the middle
stand inna di street cos people look at we
Country life what we want yeah
Big city life we tired
Too much stress inna di capital
Need di trees and di
too big wang tswara
Happe o le motho sents'o no te kgala
When I touch road ke nkgela ke zaka
Don't you come close if ong tlela ka patla
Your b in
the baddest bitches sucking dick
And eating pussy
Bulletproof beneath the Stussy
H&M Alexander Wang flow
I thank the Lord for dealing blow
Cop my mother every
Big up to Magesh Rip Brown Dash
Started with some Kwaito now we trappin' on a track
Tswere sdek le majita a kasi smokin' dank
Some of these b*tches talk
it back, nigga
On the wayway, hit a hundred on the dash, nigga
Touchdown in every city for the bag, nigga
Trying to run it up like it's my last, nigga
Yeah, I'm talking big business, here go the statistics
One out every five people trapping turn snitches
Get up out the game, put it up for a rainy
can't wait nah
I'm living by the G-code nah mean
Killin' rappers 'til they break uh
None, of, y'all, ball, like, I, do
Every time I slide through
My
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we
The whole city
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha
I'm
the casino
My bitch big headed i’m a 3rd shotta
She get wavy, crack baby like the 80’s
Working out every night up in the city
My bitch she got me feeling
And I'm from a small city but
I got some big dreams
Daddy left me as a youngin'
Jail was his location so I had no motivation
But I was still dedicated
Can't
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's
trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit the big dip
Big dip big
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