City

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamall Ray & Masta Killa] I do this for my... city (uh) I do this for my... city (huh) I do this for my... city (yes, yes, y'all) I do this for my... city (uh) [Verse 1: Masta Killa] I miss my dad singing the Stylistics But not all is bad, block party Saturdays Music sound nice, I hope brothers don't fight Some rock track Nikes, playboys and British With their wave spinning Damn I wanna be like what I see I see turntables spinning Voice on the mic sound ill with the echo (echo) Quiet storm radio on the stoop all night Broken lamppost light, set the mood just right Fear no danger, the thing held closer The hood hang a [?], my lady sip Mimosa I toss her and put something in her ear, no fuss Yeah, haha [Chorus: Jamall Ray & Masta Killa] I do this for my... city I do this for my... city (haha, yeah) I do this for my... city (I do it!) I do this for my... city (Yeah, uh) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] I do it for the city, NYC Brooklyn is me and we never sleep Bright lights from above, summеr heat from the street And peoplе don't really speak unless they know you But don't take it personal — the love, you gotta earn here Is staring into cold stares, the heart pumps, no fear The city of the hustlers, invest money in the stock Flip it now you own yeah Showing love to the people, even if they don't care Pulling up to every housing, fiend thousand God's plan, [?] with the set ability The power of the Almighty Flows right through me and cause seas to stampede into a frenzy It's just for the love of the music They wanna hear me — they know why I do it The purpose of the music I do it for the love of the city and those with me [Chorus: Jamall Ray] I do this for my... city I do this for my... city I do this for my... city I do this for my... city [Verse 3: Jamall Ray] I came from the trenches I done seen a bottom If you got a problem They gon' wanna solve 'em 'member the days when [?] was cold We ain't had no place to go Trying to move right in the night time I do this for my city, we slide in the right time [Outro: Jamall Ray] I do this for my... city But we gotta make it out So we gotta hustle now So we can make it out