8 Million Stories

Lyrics

[Intro] There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories 8 million stories (Cold hard city) 8 million stories (Watch your back) 8 million stories [Verse 1: Kurtis Blow] There are 8 million stories in the naked city Some ice cold and told without pity About the mean streets and the ghetto culture The pimps, the pushers, the sharks, and vultures The things that happen when it reaches dark And all the things you hear about Central Park You got to be down, you got to have strength If you're gonna survive past 110th There ain't no thing when blood is spilled But he emergency ward is capacity-filled And nothing ever comes as a big surprise And the naked city never closes its eyes A new story for every day Told a thousand different ways That's how it is and that's how it goes The city with the 8 and six big O's New York, you know this is a crazy city, man Word! Skyscrapers, everything And you just never know who you might meet in this town Yo, my home boys Run DMC Whassup, man? What's the deal? What's up Kurtis? Whatcha doin? What's up Ryan? Yo, I heard you got a record comin' out, man Yeah, man, it's called '8 Million Stories', man Yo, I need some help, man Why don't y'all help me rhyme? You know I'm down with that [Verse 2: Run] A young girl seemed to be gaining weight Her parents all thought it was the food she ate Their attitudes were all "La Di Da Di" But little did they know there was a baby in the body She tried to hide it, but they'll soon know Because sooner or later that baby's got to show Can her daddy just accept it as a fact? That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack [Verse 3: DMC] Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki The girl is fine, but sho'nuff tricky Vicki's fine, but then she's not very kind She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind You wake up in the morning and you're feeling blue Because Vicki is gone and your money is too She's more sinister than Peter Lorre And this is just two of 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories (You hear what i'm saying) 8 million stories (Homeboys and girlies) 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories (Sing) 8 million stories (Sing the song) 8 million stories 8 million stories [Verse 4: Kurtis Blow] Fresh kid and the story's complete Born on a dim-lit ghetto street Father unknown, mother astray He learned about life the real hard way Wearing pretty things for all the ladies to see Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry Spent all his time just counting his bank Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank Because he's a fresh kid, his money's long Been the subject of a ghetto song Poor kids admire, ladies desire They say water can't put out his fire Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night And you could measure or even treasure The thought that cocaine became his pleasure Peruvian rock never cut with speed And he gets skeed until his nose would bleed And there was just one weakness, I must admit Is that when he took a hit, he could never quit Because he's one slick pusher living day by day When the crazy thing happened along the way You know he started to base at a hell of a pace And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face For twenty-four seven, a terrible Jones Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone Just biting on his pipe like a dog on a bone Turning blue in the face, by just holding his breath With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest But then he tried to stop, but it never worked And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk Just to break it all down, you know he's not so slick Because he spent all his money and he spent it all quick He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife And basing cocaine made him lose his life Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away In a blaze of glory in his own territory 8 million sad, but all real, stories 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories (You hear what i'm saying) 8 million stories (Homeboys and girlies) 8 million stories 8 million stories (Sing) 8 million stories (Sing the song) 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories 8 million stories