| We burnt the city down here
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| Late last night
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| Dante’s inferno meets the Price is Right
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| A lot like in the movies
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| And it smelled like vicory
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| I barely made it through
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| With some new shoes and a few CDs
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| 1−800-SEE YA…
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| I heard somebody cheer
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| Now it’s about a 12 mile walk
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| To get a goddamn beer
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| It makes you laugh
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| It makes you cry
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| It makes you piss
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| Don’t have a heartattack
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| StreetLife, Night Life
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| Sex Life, Wild Life
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| You’re Breathin’It
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| I saw this TV show on toxic waste
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| Just when I’m gettin’kinda used to the taste
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| Now I don’t mind some danger
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| So, I took a little hit
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| And now a message 'bout the ozone layer
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| You’re Breathin’It
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| And it smells so bad
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| It’ll smack ya through the window so hard
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| You’re pissin’Windex, no foolin'
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| Picknicking hard in your moma’s backyard
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| With a Philly’s blunt
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| And an uzi in the cooler
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| It makes you laugh
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| It makes you cry
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| It makes you piss
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| Don’t have a heartattack
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| StreetLife, Night Life
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| Sex Life, Wild Life
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| You’re Breathin’It
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| StreetLife, Night Life
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| Sex Life, Wild Life
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| You’re Breathin’It
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| And if you think that violence
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| Never solved a thing, I differ
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| It solved some crackhead dealer
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| Down on 14th street much quicker
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| Explosions way uptown
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| And if you’re wondering where our homeboy is 'bout now
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| (You're Breathin’Him…) |