Tekster:
Jersey City Streets

calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets are cold Another night, my pockets all turned out All alone, these city streets

the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City ripped

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

Success has its price And can you hear me now That I'm dumbing myself down? Is it filling you with doubt That I am who you thought? I know it's just

think that we've got it made And the crowd is huge and they're calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets

it wasn't nothing And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be call laa baw and pot see Had a lot after sometin', after union city

down a darkened street listening to my boot heels click My leather jacket squeaked I needed a cigarette When I turned the corner my spinning light was in the street

of Goretex Heard Reggie went left, 'cause when I do right Punk niggaz out of spite only give me a few mics Three best emcees, time for new light Let the streets

Yeah, Brick City Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin