and I wishin', that the youths would stop killin' cause, Gun nah kill, people, people kill people, Gun nah kill, people, people kill people, Gun nah kill, people, people kill people
in the city the people blacker than tuxedos babygirl let me get all up in your earlow and if you shut me down you can kill my ego which is my enemy makes
a rib removed Vampire, sun go down I'm still wylin' Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins Rock City baby knife through your throat
with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just
noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin Chorus One Chorus Two Verse Two: Rampage, Busta Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
care of me And people stare at me With pity in their eyes And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise And ever night I think I might never rock
admire somebody you should go ahead and tell um People never get the flowers while they could smell um A idel in my eyes, God of the game Heart of the city
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
wrong Homeless sleep on the city streets Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians soak their feet In the pools at their ten million buck retreats People hate people
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
got the feds and the cookheads you got the skeezas. the iphones and tha beepers ya got ya people but is yo people yo people thats who it evil nigga.
, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder, kill, kill We did that back when I was born Bill, Bill But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math I rock
to jail is like summer camp We shake hands one day, kill each other the next And if you don't like it it's just like that 'Cause I come from, the city
Oakland, bitch That's the place I call home Where the Oakland City players roam Game don't stop, listen to me Everybody fuckin with the O.P.D Slingin cocaine, knockin it off Killed
nothin' K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON! (Rock on .................
I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'im make 'em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin