Solomon Childs - The City lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] You gotta get up, you gotta get out Get from under, it's time to get over Get right, or get left, get even with the odds Get yours, Solomon... [Inspectah Deck] Eight million stories in the naked city, New York City You make it, they'll take it quickly Ask Po & Richie, coke sold blow you over fifty I know who with me, I know you won't trick me I'm O.G., stuck to the code G You can never break him or take him alive You can never face him or trace the design Believe me breathing, guaranteed I'll make the way to survive And built with such grace and strive That from all those who sore mention him with the greats of his time Before I sign off, salute To every soldier, major player or crime boss We not taking time off It's harder to hustle, I must get mine off Mandatory, the story concludes And according to Wu, you know Cash Rules Everything [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] I want it now, and ain't got time to waste And even though they say crime don't pay It's got to be a better way, they thinking more like 10 years I'm thinking more like 10 days [Solomon Childs] Yeah, I shook up the city, trap star of the city Had the best work in the city, had the flyest broad in the city Ran with some of the flyest n***as in the city Til they left me for dead in the city, with no water Left me to dehydrate in the city Money supply, went short in the city The wise tell me, money can't buy love But what's funny is love can't survive without money Nowadays in my poverty city, but I love my city And I'll be damned if I lay down and die in the city Never, cuz in order to rise, you gotta fall in the city But the mission is you get up when you fall in the city [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, Ayatollah, Heroin K.M.G., Young Wu-Tang Hustle hard, n***a