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She be screaming 95
She all about her money
So I give her all my time
I'm a lemon grove baby
Ain't no city over mine
West coast nigga
San Diego till I

there's no cops on patrol I check my right and my left
Picture me riding through the city with criminal stealth
In my pockets it's minimal wealth
Roll alone

rappers are ready for a real one
Call me Big Poppa like Biggie
From ATL, I rep my city
Where all of the hunnies are pretty
With faces full of the Fenty,

by some caps ah
See me shining all my teeth stay gold
Like pony boy motherfucker walk with big bank rolls
Swerving in a Mercedes this ain't no lease I

could be one
Until I see BIG, Pac
See Pun but this ain't Eazy
I can't take a Big L, my city needs me
I gotta win the proof is in the pudding
And I been

Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some

like honey and gold
And all the love from your heart has been drained
By the shadow in the waiting room
I've got one mind, I should put it to use
I

the problem here
Isn’t this what you asked for
I was at the train again, plus be on your blocklist
Leanin’ by the gate, got me on my flashback
Way before all

homie
JC got wordplay by the truckload

Ferrari dreamin', I just want a damn
Car to begin with, from point A to
B like a segment, this hip hop
Girl I

Riding through the valley, Central Coast of Cali
Homies and family on this weekend
One thing I know, full of pride when we roll
Keep it solid as gold

for me
Go and stand up in your seats
Stadium waiting for me
See me entering I be
My talent never stall
My drive is too great
Everything is gold
I know

fuckin' body, I bet he lose some pounds

Who that is
Boy that's Mr. Stand-On-Business
Top of city, we gon' hit this fuckin' block, it ain't no missin'
Who

City Of Broken Crowns
Written by: Christopher Franklin 
crtist Name: dLyric
Purpose: clbum Single
Name of clbum: City Of Broken Crowns

Chorus 1
They

It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie

It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie

the button to crank
Yeah i fucked that bitch for a pint, swag
I got a dab like a shank
Chopper city like a New Orleans Saint, yeah
I wanna fuck, Gucci bag
I

to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by

[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin

the judgement of God
I'll stand alone
Walking by faith, head held high
Gone cast your stone
While I chill on my throne
Putting my emotions in my song
If

I'm on my James Harden
You know it's going down, like we land on a helipad
Birds eye view of the city or call it ciudad
Bodegas and corner stores, just

Yo If come wit'out a trap
My city ain't no place to visit
Bitch don't ask me where I'm
From you see this Cleveland
On my fitted
While the Cavs
Is

the name?'
I tell'em y'all made Bazooka Tooth I's
About to ask the same
But before you curfew the city
And shut down every block
I'd like to say I still Aesop

Ok, yo, ok
My pockets puff like diddy
Put on for the city the way no-one ever did it
I feel pity you'll never be sitting pretty
My whole committee

White packs got a brudda living right
Staring out my pad, seeing city lights
Whole team on it and our phones popping
I blow a whole week's profit

U Can Be Touched

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)

I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas 
That