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When I'm in the city, I'm handling  business What you mean, Threat
I'm pullin ' up on these niggas by gettin' wet Jump out game, we hit your neck

get the city hot,
I’m walking by my opps I hit a diddy bop,
You are not a rapper you should get a job,
Been moving like a ghost I feel like Big or Pac,

Lame ass nigga who the fuck y'all murk 
Hit a nigga block with a hundred shots then skrrt 
The nigga died he was right by a church 

I think the bitch

G-Slide (Tour Bus)

Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell um Lil' Mama.

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x2]
Uh uh, no

pissed off
Used to talk to you before you had died, made me a lil' soft
I still cry to my mama like a lil' baby, but I'm a big dog
Hundred fifty mill'

Sleazo who you run with
GO GETTERZ
Sleazo what you run nigga
WHOLE CITY
Run a marathon on them
WE SO LITTY
Try to run with pounds nigga
Your soul

the blues
You be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
Took out the game, I run the game of life
Cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
Smoke

Gotta Get Mine

Shinehead

Yardcore

1997

Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama

home. And the car ain't want to settle could have died in that blue one. And you know when you see blue lights u got to run. Cause I know niggas that got

throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep

What's the 411 1 ya done
Once the pro rush come run ya gone
Youngsta know how to punch the gas
In an 84' with the cut back ass
On 84's with the custom rag

don't wanna see the day that they miss you in heaven
Never follow, when she lead they behind her
Brightest smile in the city, that's my mama
Prom was

El Paso City

Marty Robbins

Super Hits

1995

and the way he used a gun 
To kill another cowboy, then he had to leave El Paso on the run 

El Paso City 
By the Rio Grande 
The cowboy lived and rode

York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids

Living my dreams
Out on the road
Stacking this cheese
Chopping it up with the bros
Yea I'm a G and I live by the code
Mama say you a star
When you

by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean

Eight One Five to the Seven Seven Nine
Uhh, tryna run the money up before detectives deduct it
When I try to share my vision they opinions obstruct

Young Nations (Yeah yeah)
I run this city I own this bitch
I don’t need a Rolex niggaz know that I’m rich
Black credit card I got a black X6
Sealed

when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's

my city?

Just drove by grandma's don't plan to stop in
I'm too occupied with myself and my friends
I'm turning coldhearted from the outside in
Maybe

[D&C]
U.G.L.Y You ain't got no alibi you ugly! Eh! Hey! You ugly [X2]
U.G.L.Y [X7]
[D]Get busy [X9]
[C] Yo mama says your ugly
[D] Get busy
[C] Yo mama

I've been starin' at the city, put me in tunnel vision
I can't even leave Atlanta till I run me up a million
Pour the shit up out the baby bottle,

they ain't no fun
You feel stuck in the city let me take you to a spot where we both know no one
And when I get you in position just don't run
You don't

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by