(Hook)
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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(Ayo come around my way, dare you to cross the bridge)
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(Verse)
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They hustle, they grind and they tussle
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They struggle, they fightin
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They muscle they way to the top, no sobbin, no crying
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They put they fire in the pours
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They flowin, they rhymin
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They writing, they focused
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They know that they glowing, they shining
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Sell dope in the open, they loaking, they smoking, they drinking
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They hope to be sanging the ball and that¡¯s all that you think?
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They ripin off your chain they trippin and creepin they banging
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They throwing up flames, dippin and flippin, they slangin
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They claimin blocks that don¡¯t own and die for em
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They taking shots to ease pain and so we writing for em
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To make em stop for a second cause everyone hurt
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If I can give them a record, I¡¯d give them one verse
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I try to inspire, they survivin, they not living
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You can¡¯t make a prediction, the future¡¯s not written
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Although I¡¯m not a physician I try to stop and listen
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It¡¯s like we got a condition, word
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(Hook)
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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(Homie I¡¯m Mack Maine chyeah, chyeah, uh)
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m from the city where the babies killin babies
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And the babies havin babies
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Ain¡¯t no if, ands and maybes,
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All the pastors is crazy
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The baby mama¡¯s lazy
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The congregation seem like they suffering from constipation
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And since female seem like they on a slow shit
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Niggas from my hood holler, we ain¡¯t bout that hoe shit
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Soon as the beef jump off, mix with they glock up
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And ride around and rock windows and hoops to tear your block up
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It¡¯s where the youngest practice prostitution
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And where niggas don¡¯t give a fuck about the constitution
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They say Abe Lincoln freed the slaves
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But honestly homie we still slaves
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And we don¡¯t behave
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Ever since Katrina, my niggas ain¡¯t got sense
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And they ain¡¯t got funs, but they all got guns
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Wuzzup America? Give back in the hood
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You motherfuckers put crack in the hood, that¡¯s why
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(Hook)
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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(Verse)
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For you to call me a street nigga¡¯s just an accusation
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You¡¯re probably calculating, the fact I be with them workers without the application
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Making money in the city I¡¯m from, from grinding
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Until they get us tired it¡¯s after racism
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Our actions is affirmative, come get the affirmation
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With our minds we can move mountains like the Appalachians
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Victims, of circumstance not stopping until the whole block flooded like urkle pants
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Niggas that creep up to squeeze on you with the hood pack
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Violence every day of they life like mileage
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So they go out in the streets smart despite college
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Yep, the wrong mind framed with the right wallet
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You listening to the heart of the city
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I¡¯m part of the greediest place you can visit
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Niggas even fill the may up, spray up
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And go somewhere way up till the way up
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A bunch of slum dog millionaires, yeah yeah
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(Hook)
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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People die in, drive by in,
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People cry in, every day
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In my city, in my city, in my city, in my city
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My City
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Mack Maine |