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Masta Ace - Big City lyrics
[Masta Ace] 'New York, Big City of Dreams' to get by, cats doing plenty of things it's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle either it's that or you sign with Russel 'cause nowadays an average cat can flow decent so in your sparetime you can go to the precinct let me introduce you to some cats who won't shoot you everyday they're spinnnin their pen it's so crucial they got kids to feed, wifes to hug their jobs are so strange, their lifes above look, my nigga Al had a store in his trunk and the place under the dash where he store his pump he had them white and white 'Air Force Ones' for 40 ($) and them iddy-biddy-kiddy ones for shorty he was just trying to survive to the session now he's locked up for stolen goods and gun posession my nigga Neek had them first for cheek he bough a too family home and excursion jeep but word got around he was doing it big cops ran up in his crib, now he's doing a bit now Jose was making money hand over biz he had legimated jobs with a little bit of a twist besides me and my man, I've known people he sold stuff too, out of the back of home deepo everything from new tools to kitchen sinks and he was just trying to get rich as stinks 'cause now he lost his job and his morgage due and he can't afford a lawyer, man law gets through, oooh we were lying on skeems and skams just so we could realize our dreams and plans, man this ain't America is it? it don't take much for the cops to come pay you a visit but do what you gotta do, fuck them laws life is a test you better up them scores listen, I ain't trying to survive, I'm trying to life and here is some advise I been dying to give they don't care if you sell it to inner section republicans run for officers when ellection who's in the inner section, see my pen errecting this for my cats that just been effecting from ground sillawats, it's down steal the spots it won't stop untill we're down kill the cops it's a revolution, you believe in god, a evolution either way dog, we need a resolution like Aaliyah a man got sentenced to a year and when he get out, it's another street career it's a vicious cycle for every kid who ball in the park and wish he might do listen the world don't like you, but you better keep it moving, you better keep improving you love my voice, ain't it deep insolvent I'm saying fuck fame, I'm having a no-name platinum and gold chain, and saying I'ma beat 'em at their own game |
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