| We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls
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| For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols
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| Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some
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| Lofts of land or maybe
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| Thoughts of plans and they be
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| Forcing my hand don’t make me
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| Off this man
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| I never claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer
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| Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded
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| But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling
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| Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming «I own the game!»
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| I’m so stained Novacaine doesn’t slow the pain
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| Lost so many I don’t fear death, no tears left
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| Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left
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| When they said «At fifteen he’d be already dead»
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| I’m here heavy head steady sipping Remy Red
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| Wild fellow tryin' a keep my mind settled
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| Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo
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| I’m just a city guy living fly getting high
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| Live it till I die getting by, whipping by
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| Stand solidified big times to different sides
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| Here’s your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe… (My vibe)
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| Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast
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| One with the city, fight for sections of land
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| Can’t sleep till the check’s in my hands, it’s still a hustle
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| Bare knuckle grind, knee deep inside the struggle
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| I don’t give a fuck about much but my beloved and such
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| 'Cause nobody to trust but us
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| It’s New York life, walk like what ya talk like
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| Or you might, get tossed right off the ninth floor
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| Every day is war, roamin' through the wasteland
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| Focused, tryin' a make grands
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| Hammers poakin' out the waistband
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| In this cash race, they can’t stand the pace I plan to make
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| Millions and marinate across town my Fam is straight
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| Cash rules, so naturally it had me, the temptress
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| Teasing me, I lust badly, she said
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| «You a professional with records sold let it go»
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| And I replied «This is the only life I’ll ever know…»
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| (It's the only life I’ll ever know… You know?)
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| I trust, in no one but us
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| Trust, in no one but us
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| Trust, in no one but us
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| Yeah, years later, hey I made it, no explaining how
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| Walking forward through the fire while it rained down
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| We claim Sex n' Slang and aim weapons
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| But still tryin' a live the +Good Times+ like James Evans
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| And, we’ll stick you for your shine
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| (Hustle) Nickel for a dime
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| (Trouble) This you’re gonna find
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| (Muscle) If you wanna grind
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| (Struggle) Digits on the mind
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| (Couple) Figures for the crime
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| (Scuffle) Fists or with the nine
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| (Bubble) Living on the line (The line, the line…)
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| I’m just a city guy living fly getting high
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| Live it till I die getting by, whipping by
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| Stand solidified big times to different sides
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| Here’s your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe… (My vibe) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City High , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп