Havoc - City Lights lyrics

* people talking * [Chorus] Young wild n***as living street life on the edge Not knowing if tomorrow they could turn up dead Yo f** regular cops n***as get scoped by the Feds The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo), we live in bloodshed [Verse 1] I know this African cat, jet-black, gold grill Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife k**ed The Feds on him, Jake to pull seven on patrol Cops shot on the stroll by his man that's on parole Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it Watching FOX, saw his face on America's Most Wanted With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead clique Stay twisted, robbing young ducks for their bucks One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut But he recovered to say the first shell wasn't sh** What you working with? A rusty 22 kid? Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis The others went through his wrist How's that for accurate? The kids scarred for life Equipped with a permanent limp He was ill when he was young, trying to raise his son Every time beef come he blast the Mac one-one Spending two G's on gold to impress the hoes Getting money in Milwaukee with a house on the low He played the Five Boroughs, everyday fly Thought he couldn't die Bags of hydro in the 5, getting high He had a rep for hijacking, extortion and kidnapping Shooting up clubs, airport drug trafficking He met his match, f** around and rob the wrong cat For a hundred and eighty Gs the God want his cream back Now it's a gun battle, but the son ain't fessing He grabbed his Wesson These n***as looking for me I'mma shoot their a** a lesson Going all out, k** or be k**ed, what's done is done These n***as not stopping me from having my fun He at the tunnel, flexing his whip, rims dipped Had to much Courvoisier so he started to slip Oh sh**! Their go them n***as that I stuck that black truck Give a f** they want their cream, I'mma let my gat bust Let his shells fly, the God got hit twice he wounded The liquor started talking didn't know what he was doing He crashed the whip, jumped out ran to Sixth Flagged a cab, "yo take me to Madison Ave" He did too much to live, and too much to turn back Lay bleeding, wondering why it had to end like that Nobody's left, the world just me and myself In back of the cab, son bled to d**h It's f**ed up, he was a good n***a... [Interlude] Word up.. the street stories..know what I'm saying Word up, with the inner-city kids... yeah [Chorus] (x2) [Outro] And we die in bloodshed, word up We born to the paradise so respect your life, word up Black man move on, word up Headstrong, to the knotty one Men on lock down, word up Gun Rule, the BX, BK, know what I'm saying, Shaolin Word up, Queens n***as, word up