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The Hudson Falcons - Jersey City Streets lyrics
Bringin a gun to a knife fight will get you killed Walkin out the back door Morals and rules only exist in the street And the bids to buy them are going fast and large Survival, Jackson, is a full time job You have to keep in step with the city's heartbeat The guys that hung out at Tippy's back in the day Have all split up and gone their separate ways But once in a while you can still catch some of the crew At a shot and beer joint up in the Heights Longin for the days of running numbers and starting street fights With those who didn't play by the rules In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from Newark People's hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer You gotta back it with some muscle and think fast on your feet On the Jersey City streets Part of the city's been ruined by gentrification Other parts are off limits cause it's a gangland's nation But mostly its just workin class folks tryin to get by They'll help you if you're in a jam What you do with your private life they don't give a damn But if someone's trouble, news spreads like wildfire Patchwork congregation goes down to White Mana nightly The cops go down there to relax, cause they're wound so tightly From keepin the hookers and hitters in line but out of sight The guys there can mix it up in the ring, or throw down in the street But they're all real friendly and make you something to eat Sometimes its just an oasis in the middle of the night In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from Newark People's hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer As tough as Hell's Kitchen if you can't take the heat On the Jersey City streets A 40 ounce, a vial, a dime bag or two Anything to get you make you feel better or at least get you through I may be hurtin, but I'm feeling no pain And to those who left us before their time We raise our bottles to you when we're drinkin our wine Cause a little bit of you comes down from the heavens or up from the gutters when it rains In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from Newark People's hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer The girls down there are real tough, but they taste awfully sweet On the Jersey City streets |
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