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Poison Clan - Livin' in the City lyrics
Intro: Boy it's some shady times out there goin' on right now. Man shit be out there you got them real niggas and them fake niggas then you got them coochie ass niggas who say they down when they ain't down. My nigga you better get yourself together boy 'cause this shit real! Verse 1: JT Money Where I'm from the M I A M I Young nigga got on got strong now he's too fly 'Cause of what he has in his possession A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest And a flurry of hoes Drop tops, flip-flops, ?????? Now he don't holler at the fellas And the homies from 'round the way is gettin' jealous So they sit back and scheme Strapped with AK's, Mac10's and car beams Now what you think they gon' do? Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through So they can touch his ass But if the nigga try to buck, they gon' bust his ass +gunshots+ And fill him up with holes But that's just how shit goes, when you're ... Chorus: {Livin' in the ci-ty} <I'm bad enough now, and still gettin' worse> {Livin' in the ci-ty} <'Cause in the city, you live and let die..> {Livin' in the ci-ty} <I ain't frontin'> {Livin' in the ci-ty} <Talk to me quick!> Verse 2: JT Money Wake up to the sound of somebody screamin' Look out my window, some niggas triple-teamin' A nigga who ain't from 'round the way And ass-whippin's the price you gotta pay For tryin' to play bold Walkin' through my neighborhood wearin' your gold Talkin' 'bout goin' to a bitch' crib Now you're fucked up and stuck with broken ribs That's the way it's gotta be If I was 'round y'all way, y'all gon' front on me! So I look out for self If I wanna see a bitch I'll see her somewhere else! 'Cause hoes be settin' niggas up And at the same time, gettin' niggas touched But so a bitch can't get me, I'm always packin' that thing with me, 'cause I'm ... Chorus Verse 3: JT Money Life in the fast lane should be your last game You didn't do it but you still got yo' ass blamed For a crime you did not commit Have knowledge of nothin' to do with But that description fits you, police get you Ask you questions; no answer, he hits you Holdin' your jaw? That must be a mistake Scared to speak and you're weak as your knees shake Expressin' anger as you go to jail Denied a phone call, no chance for bail! Enraged in a cage as you suffer Day by day, the wait gets rougher You never planned on bein' an inmate Hangin' by a string, waitin' for a court date You struggle and fight to stay alive Man is to survive 'till court day arrives Step in the courtroom, beat-up and filthy Judge takes one look, and then claims you're guilty! Head drops. No way to bail out Like the innocent brothers in the jailhouse Now you're lookin' at 5 to 10 Yo, a nigga just can't win, when you're ... Chorus Outro: This ain't no bullshit that I'm feedin' you now, this ain't no bait. A nigga ain't tryin' to reel you in, or nothin'. Y'understand what I'm sayin', my nigga? 'Cause when you be out here bullshittin', y'ass'll be outta gas. So ya better take motherfuckin' heed to these words, motherfucker, 'cause it ain't no bullshit! Y'understand what I'm sayin', man? Get my point |
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