Jon Murdock - Rap City lyrics

[Intro: Queen] (Yeah) I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy (No sympathy at all man) Because I'm easy come, easy go, (Foundation sh**) little high, little low (sh**'s too easy man) Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me (sh** ain't hard at all man, doesn't really matter man, it's not hard at all man), to me (Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Foundation, 2004 sh**, listen up yo, yo) [Verse 1: Jon Murdock] My Foundation squad is the sickest to rip Jon Murdock, burn your block, then I dip with the clip '04, flow raw, you need to stick to your sh** We come equipped, running with the hidden snub in the whip Hit the gas pedal, half level, speed below sixty Riding with a pound of weed so the cops wouldn't get me Steady machete to every MC who thinking we petty Medley deadly, ready to empty, look my semi is edgy Downshift the Kawasaki to second to hit corners Shift up to third, sock in my shoe, I just bought 'em Can't smudge 'em, come with the gunmen, erupt public Cause a scene, punch a drunk who was buggin', wilding for nothin' Put a gun to his head, pulled the trig he's dead, look It doesn't really matter, wiped the gun and I fled Pitch shift, slight sequence, my hi-hat was peakin' Turn it down, surround sound, that's how I f** you up frequent Motherf**er [Hook: Queen] Mama, (Yeah, Foundation) just k**ed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on (Carry on), carry on (Yeah, doesn't really matter, yo fetch me that pen over there) as if nothing really matters (Yeah that one right there, I gotta write something) [Verse 2: Ricky Fitz] Dear Mama, yo I k**ed a man and shot him In his face, yo, I k**ed a man Had to do it, he was out for my cream And it wasn't even my money, I was just sixteen Had to get paid in illegal ways, running some yay Fetch a couple pounds upstate that be the day My whole life was changed, one simple homicide Simply lead to more k**ings, more homicide I can't lie, I earned like ten more tears Under my eyes and ain't started to cry Releasing pain through a page, writing rhymes in a daze Clutching mics, blowing blunts and haze So I send you this letter, hope you get it soon It dates 2004, second day of June [Hook: Queen] Mama, just k**ed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters