Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the City, artist - Phil the AgonyDate of issue: 02.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For the City |
| No one said it’d be easy |
| Living just for the city |
| I’m 'gon be alright (x2) |
| Cuz whatever I do |
| I’m gonna keep looking to you |
| Long as I’m on my grind |
| I’ll know I’ll make it by |
| Yo, money I’m down by law, we draw long arms |
| B-boy rock steady like Strong Arm |
| Shy by nature I gotta force to get my words out |
| But then I rock monkey bars like a ghetto work out |
| I ain’t beefin' |
| But I came up on these same streets and |
| I be seein' these people riding the train sleeping |
| Policemen reaching for they guns offering help |
| You get arrested and your choice is rehab or off in a cell |
| Now let me think: gotta do what you gotta to get by |
| Give me a cell 'cause in rehab you can’t get high |
| Now I can’t sit by |
| Watch my fam just die |
| Roaming the street while society romanticize |
| We, living like roaches saluting the black flag |
| Thieves in the night like the Ali Babas of Baghdad |
| Pack your guns and shoot the black hawks down |
| Asking «Who wanna back talk now?» |
| We pulled up and it’s quarter to eight |
| Ordered his plate |
| Got the whole town on lock from border to state |
| Hate pouring out of his pores |
| Defying the laws |
| Had the fat Cuban cigar bite in his jaws |
| Jaws are sharp — always had hammerheads circling |
| Bitch stop tough ass niggas had 'em Urkel-ing |
| Indent — he just want his 20 percent |
| Getting bent paying his rent |
| Lay in his tent |
| Popped out five in the morn' |
| Getting it on |
| While most of ya’ll still in bed and ain’t even yawn |
| He on the block hot |
| Pot holders holding his rock |
| That he boiled in pot |
| Spoiled his block |
| Mothers out four in the morn' waiting in line |
| Acting like Tita Divine |
| Is freeing they mind |
| Shots came rangin' |
| Old ladies started sangin' |
| Everybody in the hood started bangin' |
| The world we live in: scandalous ain’t it? |
| You could spray paint it on the wall |
| That’s for all of ya’ll |
| The fall of your regime |
| The rise of me and my team |
| It’s all love they owe us let’s redeem |
| Cadillac the contract |
| Bubble back where my mom’s at |
| You know a son go to war and combat |
| Yasser Arafat in track |
| The steady Aromatic is back |
| So get your Malcom X hats |
| Dust it off the rack |
| Like a Stevie Wonder 8-track |
| Agony, Kweli |
| Chemical, Ali |
| They probably waiting on us we hit heavy |
| The beautiful struggle, the Strong Arm Steady |