| In the city can you hear the heart beating fast
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| Where a young man pulls his heat and blasts
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| Different cliques
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| Rival competing clash
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| They rather take the street than a seat in class
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| Drugs, wars, thugs, whores
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| Poor people sleeping on rugs, floors
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| Drive by shootings, slugs soar
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| They hit another crib but it plugs yours
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| No hope, snow, dope is what they slang but hang by they own rope
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| Spending jail time how you gon' cope
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| It’s emotional in the heart when alone
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| Scope out the city
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| In the city can you see the heart bleeding heavy
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| Out of towners’ll come they not even ready
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| Bums pushing on carts sleeves are sweaty
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| Just listen close and hear it breathing heavy
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| Narcos, parks strolls, beware of the alleys and dark roads
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| They say the night can turn the heart cold
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| Where the lost souls isn’t taught and aren’t told
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| Gamble spots, ammo shots
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| Bang bang in the club
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| Feel the heat in the street the way a candle’s hot
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| Shorties look up to dealers that handle knots
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| In the city
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| In the city can you feel the heart when it thumps
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| See everything is cool then it jumps
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| The life that gets pockets feeling looted
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| Evil hides inside a
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| You can get grilled, killed, or muted
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| Court cases, abort places, dealers know fiends
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| They gotta have it they gotta support
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| Selling things from rings to
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| I swear it’s feeling like a heart attack
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| From the blocks and the streets to where the parks is at
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| In the city |