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slaughterhouse - life in the city كلمات الأغنية

life in the city is not very pretty
it seems like it’s a waste of your time

trojans ’cause the lifestyles bust faster
no font on no back wood, just dutchmaster
fifth of henn and a radio on funkmaster
i don’t come from a whack hood with a dutch factor
ten speed in a black hood, that’s a gun clapper
we chop fair ones till someone dropped of lung asthma
before this i lived a lifestyle like ”f-ck rappers”
a buck trapper up after dark with a cut cracker
tucked up under the tongue, who want a buck half of
that’s a smiley face on your cheek, st-tch ’em up laughter
i snuffed son ’cause he walked through with a rough hatter
came in the store and stepped on my timbs and made ’em scuff faster
these n-gg-s ain’t ’bout that life, bunch of young actors
play the right part when you see me, say ‘what up, scr-pper?’
see, you ain’t got to like me but you will respect me
every time you say you the nicest, boy, you indirect me
jesus christ, i’m a crisis, you a sip of pepsi
little buds, little suds at the tip of a nestle
i toot my own h-rn, i’m dizzy gillespie
and i reps my city correctly, yaowa

life in the city is not very pretty
it seems like it’s a waste of your time

one, two, my project gritty, extra far from pretty
staircase sloppy p-ssy and the lobby tipsy
and i keep a barbie with me looking good
my n-gg-s can’t leave the country, i bring the country to the hood
my real name my rap sh-t, i ain’t make-believe
same n-gg- who got this break is still breaking knees
i’m still playing cee-lo and the bank is cheese
eight g’s i’ve fallen better, feel that vegas breeze?
product of the gutter, no father, just a mother
know you running, but run farther
when you hear me say ‘word to my mother’
your boy is extra thorough, ask my borough
when i’m in brooklyn they go nuts
you little squirrels can’t buy a referral
these n-gg-s won’t ’cause they can’t so they don’t copy
b-tches with they best friend be yelling ‘go papi’
y’all n-gg-s got these freshmen feeling so c-cky
but it’s just a bunch of yes-men and a n-body
just ’cause you write rhymes don’t mean you rhyme right
you a light-high, don’t jump and become a highlight
lose sight of your hind legs and live in hindsight
’cause you n-gg-s aight, but you ain’t quite like yaowa

life in the city is not very pretty
it seems like it’s a waste of your time

- slaughterhouse

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