stop this, I think they ought to stop it I'm talking in that ghetto English, saying, fucking bastards Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club High as hell
is White Dawg, I live in a White World. (Chea!) White Cutlass, White Lamb, White Truck, White Porsche, (Four-Door Porsche Nigga) I live on the Golf
New York New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I
it loud The first generation of muthafuckas To grab our nuts and say it proud Country niggas or city niggas Tupac niggas or biggie niggas In the corridor, floor or door
more and poor ones get less and that jus don?t sound right/ so im finna pound right on the doors of my city hall/ and kick them hos down/ they killin? my city
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah
Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door
it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride
five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door
need(chorus)(chorus)(chorus)(chorus) Rrrrriiinnng."Hotline.""H-Hello?""Whuddup.""What's up. I not sure that I wanna live any more, that's what's up.""Hold On! Helloo
it? You could go to hell, what shall it be? You could go to hell, what shall it be? You could go to hell, what shall it be? You could go to hell, what
[Intro] Hello Mr. Yates This is Sarah from the Complex ClubHouse I'm calling to tell you That we've been getting complaints From your neighbors about
at Kansas City, you know wea??re not from here That true, Kansas City cool you just gotta be aware of dat Kansas City shuffle (at the same time) Tha Kansas City
it) Betta not fuck wit me ('Cuz our hood is on it) Police say G.I.B. is a game But we just hooded up doin' our family thing Straight hang and swang in the city
story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit we do Hustle hard from city to city From state to state All
it, with your mind froze And slamming Cadillac doors [Khao] Now I'm a ride on the track Giving you something that you can feel Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door
with four kids, aborter Next door the dope fiend neighbor Tryin' to sell his little daughter Poisonous, heat from the oven The only way we had to live
life to this and it's fooled me oh so well The name they've given me is a man that follows hell A man that follows hell To live outside a city of grief