Teksty:
City Sleeps Be A Man

is like a magic wand It's gonna hurt this time the fairy dust is gone Chorus: Be a man Don't let her do that to you Be a man Don't let her do that to

It's all love Like no score in a tennis game For the son of Dennis James Owner of the city downtown on a friday Streaks by me like I took a picture in a

'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a

streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster

movin' wall security will be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin' I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by playin' the back Ask my nigga, I'll be

-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little

see International Crime Syndicate Thugs, niggas Whatsup Whatsup {Myalansky} Cats be eyeing me, somebody snitching somebody dying see Twenty five hundred a

wave a Virgin Islands Flag, Cuz if I dont Rock Cities gon get mad Im so fly that, Even when Im not on an airplane Homie I be still getting jet lag Thats just a little verse man

, Detroit and it's all on the same street Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings Dallas, got a soft