J-Real - In My City lyrics

[Hook x2: Savage] They tote macs in my city Get polled if you holdin them racks in my city You get clapped in my city You hoop or you rap or you trap in my city So don't lack in my city Where shorty's tote thirties, they strapped in my city You get wacked in my city Make bands off of rap give it back to my city [Verse 1: Savage] Ain't no tucking no chains They tucking them things they up it and bang Try to rob me I promise im lettin' it spray While you lay in your grave My momma she told me watch who in your gang Cuz' n***as will change But my n***as my brothers Won't change up for nothing Can't wait for the come up Shootin like katie no thunder Pull up on a n***a no jumper If I hit him I'm layin him under I'm hot like the middle of summer Got some youngins that shoot on the regular Itchin' to k** like its eczema If they see you its on Shoot like Capone Then go with the mop like a janitor In my city it's colder than canada People you love will abandon you Don't call me I'm too busy ballin They talking bout money I'm not understanding you ? shooting that wheel In my city they shootin to k** Turn 50 dollars to a half ounce n***a watch what I do with a mil' Savage [Hook x2] [Verse 2: J Real] I just left the city I just bought a semi, it came with a 50 Don't lack in my city You'll only end up on a shirt in my city I might come to your city Take over your city, fly back to my city I do this for sunny and ? I can't forget ? My shooters is with me, my gloves and my mask Let's go handle our buisness Once real get on fire I'm too hot for the stove Get your a** out the kitchen b**h i'm the man, your b**h wanna f** Cuz she see all these bands She blew me like trumpets, she'll be in the band All on her knees like she bout to start praying Got ? a lot But I still walk around with that metal of honor They'll be telling your mommna Your son just got hit up ? let you play with the monsters Unless you ready to ride ain't no eye for an eye Everybody gon die once we coming We coming ain't nowhere to hide Can't wait for the day that they free all the guys Knock at your door, what a suprise Shooters with shooters dressed up in disguise 40's with 30's, five sevens and 9's You done f**ed up ? b**h it's your time I can remember back up in 09 ? for nickels and dimes Now I get payed for these shows When I'm off on the road I Come back to my city and shine Gang [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Savage] MOB sh** man Ain't no love in my city Just k**ers and guns in my city Drug dealers and buyers, f** n***as and liers Who don't give a f** in my city Gorrillas and Lions who ? with that fire We light your a** up in my city If you lacking good luck in my city You ain't from here don't come here Get done in my city My momma need a benz' and bigger house So I left school and took a different route But I got some n***as that ain't gettin out ? murder let them k**ers out Them real n***as from two different sides Growing up here better pick a side You will never catch me with no different guys b**h it's MOB until a n***a die It's some snakes here, it's some fakes here Gotta watch your back cuz n***as hate here It's some real n***as gettin' cake here And some people down to ? here Everybody say that they ain't lacking here But if somebody lying imma find out You mention me, my k**ers ride out f** that twitter beef, n***a sign out MOB [Hook x2]