In My City-D-Moe Tha Youngsta/JT The Bigga Figga/San Quinn

In My City - D-Moe Tha Youngsta Master P singing: Tru niggas love w**d and hoes Silkk talking: Yeah ni**a Sh*t's real in the streets. Sh*t's real in the city. Everybody out there. Ya'll know it's real. (Whomp!) Tell em how we live in the city. Verse 1 (Fiend) : F**k excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense I ain't had sh*t, it's a New Orleansas ax accent Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb Nerve, my word sent in my earb, Getting excited to make your money what it's worth Ni**a act like you ain't heard, Sleepy Eye is the tone Get It On Jones, about to bring it own home Ship me then I'm gone, workin best for the loan Started with a song, longer money and roam F**k anything wrong, you certified gone I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose Chorus: ( Fiend) It's dangerous in our city Nobody can tame us in our city You ain't heard? We got gangstas in our city Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me It's dangerous in our city Nobody can tame us in our city You ain't heard? We got gangstas in our city Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me Verse 2: (Silkk) I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats The drama don't stop that's why I cock at least two heat All with the slang, all my niggas deep in the game We keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that I claim Ni**a I'm just so bad, I rob a bank with no mask Amung killers and dealers all my niggas about that toe tag The life style I live ni**a is so fast, If the rap ever stop I never go broke ni**a I got d**e fast Or forward, never go backwards don't never drink Have money on machine, and make sure that the d**e addict From the smallest to the biggest, till check that ni**a Thugged out, ghetto star, livin' legend my ni**a Find me in the projects in the center of the mix Ni**a what dirty south represent it in the middle of the bricks Ni**a f**k see I love hip hop, A ni**a like, f**k that cause my family gotta eat Sh*t it's like f**k rap Silkk talking: Sh*t you know it's real out here Niggas need to guard they grill out Surivival of the fittest my ni**a So hound tell these niggas what the motherf**king deal is Verse 3 : (Full Blooded) You motherf**kers ain't smelling what? Ghetto star committing felonies, Runnin through your sh*t squeezing my sh*t in your belly Ribs showin', eyes glowin', I lie stunned no ??? one, When I lie crimes form, I'ma dogg motherf**ker I done tooked the route, My dogg told me not to take watch them take me out Got me running closer to demonds Motherf**ker, bloody rum, got me lookin at ceilings Hear me ??? at the sounds of the church bell Twenty white guns salute with hounds doggs on my trail Got me, face down in the mud and sh*t, F**king with out my road dogg they done drugged me b**ch Master P talking: All man cut the motherf**king lights on Jay gonna meet the meat with a gimp