in the hood town West side ghetto, Windy City could count Black skies lookin' up, crack pipes lookin' down Accused of not lookin' back, blind n-gga look around City
deserve, Yo I say, I'm throwing west side up like Pac, when they pop yo block up, b-b-b-block up, Big Poppa, flock off, You holy, lil Woly, Holy kimoly
wish Ye would bless me too" In the booth I use the restroom Its best you, Go ahead and kiss the jesus piece Cuz I just blessed you, Uhh, And holy water
get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve) Throwin' westside up like Pac, when they pop ya block up, Big Poppa flock off, you holy lil ? holy
answer you on the day that you call Stand tall, battle yawl, from the clouds crawl low Heavens lay draped over New York City like a prayer shawl Holy
, Brick City Jersey that's whassup (Whassup, yo?) You heard me light the Dutch (Smokin' weed) Rock on like what the fuck (What the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin' men to mice Breakin' the law, city urban tower without
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old So what that mean? I roll the blunt And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy
right here), Zone 5 and 6, but thats it. [Verse 1] For a nigga with a dream, Atlanta is the city, And they make it so seem, But ride through the city
Soul Train screaming hahn (Hahn) On 106 'nd Park screaming hahn (Hahn) We was on Spring Bling screaming hahn (Hahn) We was on the basement screaming hahn (Hahn) When we in yo city
split, believe I leavin shit in shambles It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive I'm still wanted dead or alive I'm turnin the city morgue
land The midnight gang's assembled And picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city light
dome My mankind with crime is how you shine if you can't rhyme Dime droppers will give ya fad time if you sleep But Moma single be mastera heater on city
city lights I get tore, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, I get tore up under city lights I get tore, I get tore up under city
true colors I feel like God just blessed me With two new brothers Cause' I look to the cross And I ask for proof of it To the father, to the son Holy
real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, Kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city
At the holy city of Mecca, great fan of Colon Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son That is my throne (You know how we do it) Aiyo, pop, pop, pop,
comes back around again Where it all began, began, began, began From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now (repeat 2X) Singin holy anthems