City Lights lyrics

Song information

Artist: La The Darkman
Album: Heist Of The Century

Lyrics

(Talking)

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds
The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed

I know this african cat jet black, gold grill
Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed
The feds on him, jake to pull seven on patrol
Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole
Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it
Watchin fox, saw his face on america's most wanted
With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks
So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click
Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks
One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut
But he recovered
To say the first shell wasnt shit
What you workin wit?
A rusty 22 kid?
Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths
Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis
The others went through his wrist
How's that for accurate?
The kids scarred for life
Equipped with a permanent limp
He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son
Everytime beef come he blast the mac one-one
Spendin two g's on gold to impress the hoes
Got money in milwaukee with a house on the low
He played the 5 boros, everyday fly
Thought he couldn't die
Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high
He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin
Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking
He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong cat
For a hundred and eighty g's the god want his cream back
Now it's a gun battle
But the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his wesson
These niggaz lookin for me I'ma shoot their ass a lesson
Going all out, kill or be killed, whats done is done
These niggaz not stoppin me from havin my fun
He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, rims dipped
Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip
Oh shit! their go dem niggaz that I stuck
That black truck. give a fuck
They want their cream, I'ma let my gat bust
Let his shells fly, the god got hit twice he wounded
The liquor started talkin didn't know what he was doin
He crashed the whip, jumped out ran to sixth
Flagged a cab
"Yo take me to madison ave"
He did too much to live, and too much to turn back
Lay bleedin, wonderin why it had to end like that
Nobodys left, the world just me and myself
In back the back of the cab, son bled to death
It's fucked up he was a good nigga..

[Word up..the street stories..know what I'm sayin.]
[Word up, wit the inner city kids...yeah.]

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds
The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds
The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed

And we die in bloodshed, word up
We born to the paradise so respect your life, word up
Black man move on, word up
Head strong..to the knotty one..men on lock down
Word up
Gun rule, the bx, bk, know what I'm sayin, shaolin
Word up, queens niggaz, word up

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Heist Of The Century" album track list