Buddha Monk - City Without a Heart lyrics

[Chorus x2: sample (Menace)] Livin in the city.. (The siren speaks) Livin in the city.. (When the heat hit the streets) Livin in the city.. without a heart (What you want beef? You're too short to talk down to me) [Intro: Grime] OK.. ch-yea, come on.. Buddha Monk.. Brooklyn Chronicles.. get in here! Grime... [Grime] n***a, you don't know my name Murderin y'all cats got me my fame Searchin for more cash, go find them lames n***as'll smoke b**h-a** and their dames I'm comin in yo' spot to wreck yo' show After I drop, collect my dough Grime never fall, I just fall back Watch 'em n***as that ball and take all that You roll with clicks, you free agent f** what you got, look what I spent To my n***as in North Cackalack (uh-huh) To the G in the Tek and smack (uh-huh) If you see a fat a** in the club tonight n***a tell me is you smackin that? (uh-huh) Grime like the city, I never sleep All those that try me, countin sheep [Chorus x2] [Interlude: Ruggs McGusto] What? It's Ruggso baby Yo it's.. Gusto knows this.. what? I ain't quittin sh**, yo.. [Ruggs McGusto] When sh** hits the fan, I might just hit and you and your man And all them onion-head f**as you call ya fam You caught Ruggs at a bad time, soldiers die And you know you laughin from Heaven watchin y'all get fried You've got the audacity to try to pull somethin dastardly Talk murder then let me leave without blastin The never of you, but now I'm herbin you left and right Every minute, every hour, everyday, every night You ain't built for the beef, dog, fall back, forfeit Cuz ya next stop's the crossroads and talkin awkward Black suits, big boots, coffins and people with flowers You like to front with ya man but for real you a coward Your first artist is the next n***a after him Hurricane Ruggs, you have to feel the wrath of him And I don't discuss you n***as cuz I don't trust you n***as I'm about dollars, mother made, mothaf** you n***as, what? [Chorus x2] [Interlude: G-Note$] Yeah.. yo it's G-Note$, Team Gunbook [G-Note$] Yo it's G and I be gritty, Many Men wanna k** me like 50 It's Corner Luv in the city, no money, you feel sh**ty I feel So Fresh and So Clean, get wit me, ride wit me, vibe wit me It's plenty schemes, and we could scheme on pennies We could go in it with jeans and feed our team I'm a Gunbook crook, ain't nothin to shook Over Kenny and other marksmen like Chilli n***as envy, so you could catch G up in Envy with the semi Doin the club dirty, these thugs ain't friendly Or pretty, what you thought? That thought was silly They're hearing Note$ got stuck, feel me? n***as wanna k** me, in the P's They say "See him, watch him, he will f**in beat 'em" And it's Note$, my tote, it's G givin dick to ho's Make 'em feel like the hit the lottos [Chorus x2] [Dee] There's a war goin on outside Ain't no man on this mothaf**in land or place safe to hide You could get lower than the f**in Timbo King I send my bimbo b**h to duct tape and bust off Cut faces, purer than that c**aine dust off Love aces surrounded by pretty faces that study the law Your green matrix kept me out of mean cases, made the forty five keep me alive Made the sawed off speak in different tongues, f** bein black, gifted and young I'm young, black and strapped with Osama's attitude Duc Lo and Gunbook collabo, you f**in with longitude and latitude What's f**in wit that? Dope aim bustin the gat Slow pain touchin ya back, show no signs of slowin down or stoppin That gun blast is showtime, n***a, we here to get it poppin We here to get it poppin.. [Chorus x2]