city Livin' just enough For the city Livin' just enough For the city Livin' just enough For the city For the smokin' crowded city Livin' for the city For
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to love Me for who I am I just wanna be myself and I want you to know I am my hair I've had enough, this is my prayer That I'll die livin' just as free
go a distance from yours, we holdin' Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours It's the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now If you a rida, yeah Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah Tonight night I can't sleep We livin' in hell
Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in South Detroit He took the
last night Underneath the city lights There walking with your friend, laughing at the moon I swear you looked right through me But I'm still livin'
last night Underneath the city lights There walking with your friend Laughing at the moon I swear you looked right through me But I'm still livin'
on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
high rollers People of the city,stop foolin' yourself Crime rules the streets,who the hell else All the police have gone out to play Because for enough
in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for
to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman Ask me how I'm livin
Just livin' my life (Hey) My life (Oh) My life (Hey) My life (Oh) Just livin' my life (Hey) My life (Oh) My life (Hey) My life (Oh) Just livin' my
getting blown and the drinks is super strong I know they aint getting money like we do so it`s on. I was looking for the one now I`m feeling dumb for
it Like a halfback from the Raiders Bring a half mac Anything for that paper Two door Phantom Avatar blue though Parked outta space shit We call that bitch Pluto Grown livin
perfect, im in the hood from Kas City to Jersey, i know they with it, i seen it, girl you can git it, they wanna get low low low low, for dough oh oh