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cuban link - living city كلمات أغنية

[intro: cuban link & one solo]
yeah, street life (livin’ in the city)
from hood to hood (in the hood, let’s go get it)
all around the world (all around the world)
gotta take care of the streets ‘fore the streets take care of you

[verse 1: cuban link]
i’m from the slums where they crumble your hopes just like a jungle
the most, that’s why y’all don’t have a humble approach
i was brought up on the corner, had to rumble the cope
i got caught up on a daughter, being hungry and broke
no joke, fresh off the boat like colombian coke
went from dummies to soap to bumpin’ bundles of dope
as a youngin’, i was taught to never fumble the toast
i was runnin’ with them folks that’ll rip your tongue out your throat
don’t provoke, you’ll get devoured messin’ with this thing of ours
cowards get lead showers but they’re down with red flowers
more money, more power, long as junkies love the powder
flunkies done heard about us, different honies every hour
this is how it is for kids, we livin’ in the city
a scheme seem to turn the kids to frank nitty
it seems like a broken dream but we don’t need no pity
’cause by any means, we gon’ get the cream and sit pretty

[chorus: one solo]
oh yeah, livin’ in the city (livin’ in the city, yeah)
oh yeah, live and let die, no pity (yeah, no pity)
where the drugs be steady pumpin’ (pumpin’)
and the thugs on the corner hustlin’ (corner hustlin’)
when your wheel get shot for frontin’ (oh yeah)
when you make something outta nothin’
[verse 2: triple seis]
i’m living in the city where you make it or break it
give it or take it, where you can’t live if you fake it
where your money get bid, n_ggas just wanna hate sh_t
where your brother? who’s your rib? turn off this fake sh_t
who could you trust? the beef come, who gon’ bust?
my street run for the funds, it’s true to my guts
i’m from the city that never sleeps, the hustle is rush
we movin’ with pure energy, it’s nothin’ to us
’cause at the end of the day, it’s all about gettin’ paid
i struggled to misbehave, it’s what i want on my grave
and that i wasn’t afraid to go out in a blaze
and bury me where i was raised in the home of the brave
tell the lord to forgive me for my simple ways
i’m from where it’s danger, over to strangers
where the gun plays for the needs, it’s like tony pena
where we? all day hustlin’, diablo el sena, n_gga

[chorus: one solo]
oh yeah, livin’ in the city (livin’ in the city, yeah)
oh yeah, live and let die, no pity (yeah, no pity)
where the drugs be steady pumpin’ (pumpin’)
and the thugs on the corner hustlin’ (corner hustlin’)
when your wheel get shot for frontin’ (oh yeah)
when you make something outta nothin’
[verse 3: figgaraw]
you ain’t never been an easy life to what i been through
homie, man, the vest is why i gotta be the greasy type
moms never had much, pops was a van of shacks
so i played the hood with the blacks and the spanish cats
and i got the goods every time i c_ck the hammer back
never understood what it took to make a man of rap
so nowadays, i do you dirty with the can it, fam
’cause i ain’t tryin’ to slap box, going hand to hand
and since a youngin’, i been gunnin’ with the bird in hand
i was the first to bang in any given circumstance
don’t give a d_mn about you clowns poutin’
’cause i been reppin’ the bricks ‘fore the projects was down housin’
sellin’ knicks when the gram was a hundred bucks
re_up, double up, beef what then knuckle up
and i ain’t worried ’bout you running’ up
’cause like a man on this bat beatin’ off, it was comin’ up

- cuban link

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