ll fall off in they sleep And even oppose and order them hoes, gonna flee with me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that my little aliens, yeah We come to your city
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
so fast Into the heart of the demon With no escape our die is cast In the city of angels Death is just a moment away In the city of angels Your future
hood Rolling skinny blunts, doin' hand to hands Baby seats and strollers in my mini van Who the fuck am I kiddin', this how I'm livin' Different cities
'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfucka It's Brick City dawgs over here We gon' take it down like this
motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo Brick City, Jersey
Bob's down with the crew ready to do Any muthafucka steppin' to F.M. Blue and Randy Austin You're lost when, you thought that you can hang with this Niggas, this
long Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone See his diamonds and gold, call him big bank bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job This
aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand (
gotta sell ***, girl, it sell itself Like nothing else, yeah I'm a country boy But that big city bottom fill me up with joy Ain't life grand? Live it
meet the real Tony Montana So fuck them palm trees I got shit for you to really see Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with niggas buried 4 generations
city never ? ? take a nap wanna hit the block ? dreaming to get away ? Yelawolf go get the whip I go this open the gate no way they could stop this when
, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness A baby cries hard in an apartment complex As I pass in a car buried under the influence The city's
this veil, it has been lifted, yes My eyes are wet with clarity I have been a witness to such wonders Oh, I have searched for them all across this country
what you know It's what you were thinking of half the time This feeling's familiar I've been here before In a kitchen this quiet, I waited for A sign
I must then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road I'm
from a furnace, I was born landless Yes, it's the native son born of Zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried