The City

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayo man I base this shit on real life, man That's the only way motherfuckers gon' really fuck wit you, man Young Buck [Verse] These penitentiary phone calls keep me elevated (Yeah) My last two birthdays I didn't celebrate it (Come mon) You see me on BET and MTV, holding it down for my town down in Tennessee (Ca$hville!) I'm tryna make this shit as real as I can, so that my fans know that I'm not playin' (Yeah) And I'm ain't sayin' I'm perfect, I'm just sayin' I'm worth it, a lotta rappers CDs I ain't even purchase (Aight) Before I picked up the mic I grabbed me a Gat And sold crack before I learned how to rap Damn right I'mma glorify it, especially when I made it Niggas died in this game that didn't know (Get money!) how to play it Smoke blunts for the loved ones and pour out 40s Pay bills and take care of they shorties (Yeah) You don't know 'bout the hood, look what chu doin' to us The white house probably full of straight shooters (Huh) And everything else (Oh!) We living for death, just waiting to die Jadakiss asks why and me I say why Look I ball 'fore I fall, at least I tired, that boy went out with a bang, he just opened up fire Beneath this ski mask I don' closed my eyes, I'm tryna put a fucking hole in this guy I knew right from wrong but my homeboy Bizz is gone So lemme end this song and see who sent him home Motherfuckers [Outro] Fucked up, man Nigga [?] [?] get money and shit Can't even say [?] to my niggas You get locked up Niggas dead and gone I'mma hold it down Fuck you hatin' ass niggas You know the game Lame nigga Take one of ours Take ten of yours, bitch I [?] [?] [?] [?]