(Million Styles)
M-m-m-m Million
Eboi keep trillin on
Let me tell you where we come from
Welcome to Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Every man a thug and dem a smoke up the sticky
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Everybody want to to be a thug round here
(Eboi)
I'm scared of these lil kids eight and older
Forget about now but as they get older
And as every day get colder
In the quest to fight the hunger, they get bolder
Before they can say Crayola wouldn't believe the kind of sh** they be taking note of
Mix that with the baking soda
And all over Stocktown gangstas taking over
And don't be thinking that the government won't attempt to
Stick you up in the middle of the concrete jungle, but then they gon pretend to
Act like they got a hand to lend you, but in reality won't defend you
Thinking that you sitting at the table
But you on the menu
Where two million strangers reside
Ain't no one exchanging no smiles
Thank God for public transportation but that's where strangers collide
Cuz they leave they house and they leave the feelings behind
Start with a seat and somebody get beaten to d**h but nobody pays it no mind
Folks from across the nation come looking for fame in my city
Some move up, some get stuck, playing with that c**aine in my city
See you can feel pain in my city, bad news poor like rain in my city
Too many given and all too often, somebody be jumping in front of a train in my city
(Million Styles)
Welcome to
Stocktown City, such a cold city/
Show no love, said they show no pity/
Stocktown City, what a calamity/
Every man a thug and dem a smoke up the sticky/
Stocktown City, such a cold city/
Show no love, said they show no pity/
Stocktown City, what a calamity/
Everybody want to to be a thug round here/
(Eboi)
Crime scenes and segregation
Manipulation, pigs and investigation/kids without destination
Drug addiction turn into desperation
Isn't it just amazing, conflicts turn to premature expiration
They used to wanna throw hands
Now they wanna put an end to ya respiration
But you ain't gotta worry if you happen
To be here on vacation cuz it happens
Far away from the king and his castle
Where they got no guided tours
The type of sh** you won't find brochures
But if you stepping out the hotel right in front of a dope sale
Just kindly ignore
And the cold gets way below freezing
But the coldest
Be the police, no less
Stepping over the homeless
Don't nobody cut em no slack
Government don't cut em no checks
And if you looking for trouble there's lots to choose from
Trafficking h**n to prostitutes on the street
Right next to the street that everybody and they pops get loose on
Folks from across the nation come looking for fame in my city
Some move up, some get stuck, playing with that c**aine in my city
You can feel pain in my city, bad news poor like rain in my city
Too many given and all too often
Somebody be jumping in front of a train in my city
(Million Styles)
Blue Line, M-Line
Green Line, Red Line
You better watch where you step
Anything could happen anywhere
Right here in
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Every man a thug and dem a smoke up the sticky
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Everybody want to to be a thug round here