Monty C. Benjamin - Riot City lyrics

[Verse 1: Monty] My n***a welcome to Cincy The scenery's decent, the streets is gritty I feel the odds are against me, but f** it, you rockin' with me Let's go To Downtown, where I'm stayin', and they ain't playin' Mayor, administratin', the d** and the home invasions The hoes, compete with each other, crazy for wack reasons You either gon' be a nurse, or waitin' for tax season Just peep, the rich girls, they at Sak's, they 'bout to brag again And the broke chicks, they lookin' for DOTS like an acronym Fellas, them my fam and them cuz, I'm understandin' them d** The cops had planted them, now the government's brandin' them Busted in front of camera men, love, we are the antonym Antoine up in Lebanon, Mariemont up in Brandon This- is The same sh**, that we go through On a Monday, you're the top guy, on a Wednesday, you'll be old news When the chips down, and you get jammed, ask questions, I don't know you That's the code dude, when we roll through, you know I'm representin' for that [Refrain: Monty] R-I-O-T C-I-T-Y Where we don't sleep, four deep, inside of that ride And we gon' be, ridin' 'round and gettin' it on that come up We some wild mutha f**as, schemin' like no other You know I'm from Riot City, I'm from Riot City You know I'm from Riot City, yea I'm from Riot City You know I'm from Riot City, yea I'm from Riot City I'm from Riot City, yea, I'm from Riot City [Verse 2: Monty] HOL' UP- Salute me or shoot me, used to be two deep Inside that Honda Accord we upgraded now it's four When we roll up My people'll shoot on sight when they see you Just for the root of all evil, recruiting them younger boys We the soldiers And we really at war my n***a Ain't no ROTC metaphors my n***a But stay low And keep firing, youngin' prone to the violence Blood all in my iris, kids, bullets start flyin' quick Like BLAHKA, BLAHKA, backup, that sh** like Black Ops They shootin' before they even get matchbox, or even slap box The girls they can fight when the cla** stops, scrap with a padlock In the "white house" the grandma on crack rocks, smoke til she pa** out I played lookout for the d-boys, as an adolescents They got knocked, next damn day, I guess that add a lessons Word to the wise, I never swallow my pride You dead trippin', you know a n***a gon' be representin' for that [Refrain] [Verse 3: Monty] FREEZE- That's the, that's the sound of the police You think that you sellin' weed, I think that they disagree And he, had h**n with him and sippin' lean Inside the trunk is a key, shotty under his tee Then release That shotgun, now he 'bout to squeeze Blam blam, bleed bleed, somebody gotta leave Deceased, he hop up in that rental and he dashin' Life in the fast lane, and he only asking For nothing but currency he in a hurry for everything he might just crash Drinkin' and drivin' and speedin' while slidin' we all know survivin' and he's doin' that Interstate swervin' where n***as determined for gettin' that paper and doin' it big To the next city where women are pretty and he gon be clockin' them dividends Ugh Cincinnati west side side, rep yours or be quiet quiet Ohio them my guys rep that whole I-75, uh Riders boy and we don't - stop Even after that chrome - pop Yea boy that's my mission you know that I'm representin' for that [Refrain]