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}
{Livin` in the ci-ty} <`Cause in the city, you live and let die..>
{Livin` in the ci-ty}
{Livin` in the ci-ty}
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!
