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(intro)
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There are 8 million stories in the naked city
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8 million stories (x4)
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(verse one Kurtis blow)
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There are 8 million stories in the naked city
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Some ice cold and told without pity
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About the mean streets and the guetto culture
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The pimps,the pushers,the sharks and vultures
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Things that happen when it reaches dark
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And all the things you hear about Central Park
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You got to be down,you got to have strenght
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If you're gonna survive past 110th
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Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
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The emergency ward is capacity filled
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And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
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And the naked city never closes its eyes
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A new story every day
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Told a thousand different ways
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That's how it is and that's how it goes
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The city with the 8 and six big O's
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New York is a crazy city man.....
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Yo, my home boys Run DMC
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(verse two Run DMC)
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A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
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Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
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Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de
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But little did they know there's a baby in the body
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She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know
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Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
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Can her daddy just accept it as a fact
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That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack
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Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki
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The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky
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Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind
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She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
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You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
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Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
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She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
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And this is just two of 8 million stories
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8 million stories (x12)
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(verse three Kurtis Blow)
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Fresh kid and the stories complete
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Born on a dim lit ghetto street
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Father unknown,mother astray
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He learned about life the real hard way
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Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
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Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
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Spent all his time just counting his bank
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Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
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Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
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Been the subject of a ghetto song
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Poor kids admire,ladies desire
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They say water can't put out this fire
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Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright
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Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
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And you could measure or even treasure
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The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
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Puruvian rock never cut with speed
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And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed
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And that was just one weakness,must admit
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That when he took a hit he could never quit
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Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
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When the crazy thing happened along the way
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You know he started to base at a hell a pace
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And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
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For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
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Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone
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He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
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Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
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Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
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With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
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But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
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And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
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Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick
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Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
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He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
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And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
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Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
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And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
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In a blaze of glory in his own territory
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8 million stories sad but all real stories
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8 million stories (x12)
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8 Million Stories
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| Kurtis Blow |
