Текст (слова) песни «Livin' in The City»

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}