Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is My City, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
This Is My City |
| Who ever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions? |
| 101 West, you should’ve seen my building |
| 139 Park, started off as children |
| Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him |
| A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him |
| That’s what I heard, please don’t get in ya feelings |
| When the time’s right I will tell you about these villains |
| And everybody dead, so it ain’t about squealin' |
| Weapons we conceal 'em, need be, reveal 'em |
| Fly, nah, fly traps was hangin' from the ceiling |
| Milk and Giz was chillin', me and Biz was illin' |
| Love my hood but to make it out, woo, what a feeling |
| I couldn’t sleep at night, in my bed I would keep a knife |
| Until I got a gun, where I’m from they ain’t believe in life |
| Cops come readin' rights, but we ain’t the readin' type |
| You don’t need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes |
| Goddamn, you got to feel me brother |
| On my block, best friends they kill each other |
| No slouch or homicide to vouch ya |
| How I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya? |
| Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah) |
| Keep, keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and |
| To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top |
| All of us, all of us, all of us |
| This is my city (This is my city, Harlem) |
| Uh, yo, Reggie White took me on my first stick up |
| 15 years old, can’t front I caught the hiccups |
| Told me calm down, then proceed to click up |
| Thought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up |
| 8th Ave, dipped up, in my waist the grip tucked |
| Told me keep my lips shut I ever get picked up |
| I said before that you’ll find me with my wrist cut |
| Just wanted to chill, now in this shit I’m mixed up |
| You know Max B, I call him Charlie Rambo |
| Lived in the same building, you would call a bando |
| Outside more gunshots than Commando |
| That’s why I had to treat myself to Porsches, Lambos |
| Pardon, I get emotional |
| It’s all real, none of it is promotional |
| Just wanted to play basketball and have an ocean view |
| But when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do? |
| Fast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex |
| Son just born, formula by the Pyrex |
| Liquidated money, the drugs from them big checks |
| Been solidified way before Dipset |
| No disrespect to the brotherhood |
| They’re my brothers, but brother I’m from another hood |
| Where it ain’t fair, like Blair they leave you under wood |
| Old money go missin', shots where ya mother stood |
| Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah) |
| Keep keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and |
| To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top |
| All of us, all of us, all of us (This is my city, this is my city, Harlem) |
| Keep risin' to the top, keep risin' to the top |
| (Keep risin' to the top) Now, usually, I don’t do this but, uh |
| Let’s break 'em off with a sample of the remix (Keep risin' to the top) |