lirik lagu cajete - my city (2011)
[verse 1]
n~~~a peep the flow, definition bout blow
call my sh~t nitro and i keep that flame
i’m a beast untamed, not a thing to gain
n~~~a f~ck the fame, ima do it for name
for the gutter, for the hood
really wish a n~~~a would
come through, put your lights out
what now?
n~~~as really don’t know, how we do it in the south
how we run up in your house, put a pistol in your mouth
so you really feel the heat
if you claim, that you really run the streets
the connects go deep
show you n~~~as real g’s
stacking cheese by the g’s
on the creep with the jesus piece
east side davie, mother f~cker they crazy
bunch of crack head n~~~as
run you down with the mack
put some lead up in your back, that’s that
[chorus]
we squaded up, partner, welcome to my city!
blow crypt and purp, partner, welcome to my city!
protect your chest, partner, welcome to my city!
grimey and sick, partner, welcome to my city!
my city, my city, my mother f~ckin’ city!
(nine five four, nine five four)
my city, my city, my mother f~ckin’ city!
(nine five four, nine five four)
[verse 2]
hollywood, bunch of pistol packing thugs
no love, f~ck around and get hung
n~~~a know not to hang by the park after dark
where they gang bang
gun spark, f~ck around, get popped
put your body pretty pine box
no regard for the law, middle fingers to the cops
real n~~~as that slang that rock
out of town mother f~ckers better off at home
wrong color clothes, n~~~as aim for your zone
hit you with the chrome, put a hollow in your dome
and buck your gold
n~~~as wanna rise through the ranks like dough
hollywood n~~~as either sink or float
n~~~as out her cut throat over pills, over weed, over blow
black box chevy down the block moving slow, with the windows low, n~~~a you already know
[verse 3]
over here n~~~as die everyday
over here n~~~a f~l~a
military grade, renegades
moving on the creep
down your street, tear your block down
gotta make a point now
bustin automatic rounds
sh~lls and bodies hit the ground
if the n~~~a next door wanna move
then he’s next
c~ck back, put the heat up in his chest
godbless
whoop whoop, and they gone before the pigs
real k!llers, drug dealers and they pushing that work
talking sh~t i’ll get you sn~tched like a purse
chop up, in the back of a herse
n~~~as know what they do, when they move through
with the bass in the trunk, blowing drow, f~cking hoes
this is my mother f~cking city!
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