Lyrics:
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
bitch to roll my swisher
Pass dat, pass dat shit to me
Is you down baby we gone
cruise da, cruise da city street
Bump'in Bun B and Pimp C
R.I.P
Yes
let me show you mine
Bring the six o'clock news
And let me walk 'em in my shoes
Through what you call the inner city
And what I call the blues
I'm broke
All I see is imitation
And there's no earth beneath my feet
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete
Skyscrapers
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
inside of my
Beemer 760i, try me let off sixty shots
Again we got the city hidin', poppin' like it 'posed to be
Hoes who not ménaging got no business
peace up in my coat
Keep a piece for the ride if it's more than both, pack 13 for survival, ain't too many niggas till my rival
Ride through the city
that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my
Cook shit up on the road by the whole slab
No time for the romance
Money only thing I grip when I hold hands
Feeling like McMahon when I walk around
Cus
bitches gon bop
We Slow Loud And Bangin
And we can't be stopped
Sideways in a drop, niggas gon knock
We Slow Loud And Bangin
And we can't be stopped
My
Now I can't pledge allegiance to your flag
'Cause I can't find no reconciliation with your past
When there was nothing equal for my people in your
the Porsche is important
Strings that's changed digits like i changed my phonesiz
Blinded by twinkle ice, yuh whole skins is jonesing
You
Man
Tell me your
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
And there's no earth beneath my feet.
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete.
Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,
Don't
the city by my lonesome
Open invitation for anybody want some
The hood say they really feelin' you, mayne
A million records sold, I don't do gold
Fo
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off
Don't call it a comeback
Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat
Too much dro got my eyes low
On the creep triple black down
'cause I'ma cripple that clown
Spotted him by WoodHall
Niggas think the fe-in took off
Like
nowhere to hide
Go ask about me in my city and I bet they know me
Feins all over the cheese like a pepperoni
And for these lil pink tens they get extra
doing good doing well
Cooking up, hoping it'll sell
Surrounded by my niggas and some bad hoes can't ya tell?
It's summer in the ATL
They ask me how you
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
mad, cause your bitch chose me
Never catch Jay'Ton, cuffing up in these streets
Only niggaz in my slab, riding in the front seat
Can't have the smell
hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus
And landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back blow up
Look for
think you gon go
I got connect in every state, city and town, from here to Akapoko
You choose to play put on your game face, it's bout to be a grudge
dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
pullin in sun rays that be
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