Jimmy and the best of the inner-city stress
Ain’t a blade dull enough they couldn’t put into your chest
Yeah, life is short. Skip the court date
Either blow a kiss or skip the foreplay
Hey the skills support weight and can take a few shots
Na I ain’t got five bucks, but I’ma take a few cups
Yeah, that just happened- we ain’t givin’ any threats
We throw down with the ease of brushin’ teeth and gettin’ dressed

We come from women that don’t speak too softly
Households either hangin’ on the edge or fallin’ off it
Past girlfriends that spit hot heat
With more tattoos up their sleeve than Riverwest Milwaukee
You’re takin’ caution and it hasn’t even started
You couldn’t take a sip without getting’ naucious
If I was you I’d turn around and start walkin’
Can’t bring an affectation to the hard copy- watch me
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I hope you understand this party
Ain’t the type you wanna get lost in
Everybody’s jumpin’ on it
Now could ya try and keep up with me
In a crowded apartment
They draw lines just to cross’em
Ya wind up on the wrong side talkin’
That’s how ya get caught in the heart of the city

In the city
In the city
In the city
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Prominent constant popularity contest
Runnin’ accomplice with the common paper confidence
Collars are poppin’, mommies droppin’ thermometers
Whatever their style cost’em off’a store credit
Word vomitin’, vowels clashin’ to consonants
A crowd’s complex of talkin’ just to be talkin’
For sonorous dominance singin’ along not matter what song it is
Followin’ followings, but they don’t get it.

You coulnd’t breathe the heat without a lung collapsin’
You’re dealin’ with a band’a third-world-circus flame catchers
Straight-face crazy without the straight jackets
Your crew’s badass, this crew maneuvers plane crashes
Stunt bikers, alpha street fighters
Midnight-maraudin’-subterraneous graffiti writers
Veterans of the ‘yes yes y’all”
Makin’ the house jump off the foundation (c’mon)

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