Intro:
Boy, it's some shady times out there goin' on right now
Man, sh** be out there, you got them real n***as and them
Fake n***as, then you got them coochie-a** n***as who say
They down when they ain't down. My n***a, you better get
Yourself together, boy, 'cause this sh** real!
Verse 1: JT Money
Where, I'm, from, the M-I-A-M-I
Young n***a got on, got strong, now he's too fly
'Cause of what he has in his possession
A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest
And a flurry of hoes
Drop tops, flip-flops, ??????
Now he don't holler at the fellas
And the homies from 'round the way is gettin' jealous
So they sit back and scheme
Strapped with AK's, Mac10's and car beams
Now what you think they gon' do?
Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through
So they can touch his a**
But if the n***a try to buck, they gon' bust his a**
+gunshots+ And fill him up with holes
But that's just how sh** goes, when you're ...
Chorus:
{Livin' in the ci-ty} [I'm bad enough now, and still gettin' worse]
{Livin' in the ci-ty} ['Cause in the city, you live and let die..]
{Livin' in the ci-ty} [I ain't frontin']
{Livin' in the ci-ty} [Talk to me quick!]
Verse 2: JT Money
Wake up to the sound of somebody screamin'
Look out my window, some n***as triple-teamin'
A n***a who ain't from 'round the way
And a**-whippin's the price you gotta pay
For tryin' to play bold
Walkin' through my neighborhood wearin' your gold
Talkin' 'bout goin' to a b**h' crib
Now you're f**ed up and stuck with broken ribs
That's the way it's gotta be
If I was 'round y'all way, y'all gon' front on me!
So I look out for self
If I wanna see a b**h I'll see her somewhere else!
'Cause hoes be settin' n***as up
And at the same time, gettin' n***as touched
But so a b**h can't get me
I'm always packin' that thing with me, 'cause I'm ...
Chorus
Verse 3: JT Money
Life in the fast lane should be your last game
You didn't do it but you still got yo' a** blamed
For a crime you did not commit
Have knowledge of nothin' to do with
But that description fits you, police get you
Ask you questions; no answer, he hits you
Holdin' your jaw? That must be a mistake
Scared to speak and you're weak as your knees shake
Expressin' anger as you go to jail
Denied a phone call, no chance for bail!
Enraged in a cage as you suffer
Day by day, the wait gets rougher
You never planned on bein' an inmate
Hangin' by a string, waitin' for a court date
You struggle and fight to stay alive
Man is to survive 'till court day arrives
Step in the courtroom, beat-up and filthy
Judge takes one look, and then claims you're guilty!
Head drops. No way to bail out
Like the innocent brothers in the jailhouse
Now you're lookin' at 5 to 10
Yo, a n***a just can't win, when you're ...
Chorus
Outro:
This ain't no bullsh** that I'm feedin' you now, this ain't no
Bait. A n***a ain't tryin' to reel you in, or nothin'. Y'understand
What I'm sayin', my n***a? 'Cause when you be out here
Bullsh**tin', y'a**'ll be outta gas. So ya better take
Motherf**in' heed to these words, motherf**er, 'cause
It ain't no bullsh**! Y'understand what I'm sayin', man?
Get my point!