Sights In The City - Guru, Carleen Anderson, Courtney Pine

Sights in the city got people cryin.

Sights in the city got people dyin.

Sights in the city got people cryin.

Sights in the city got people dyin.

In the city.

One Friday little Emmitt reached his limit

School was wack, he wasn’t with it

His man told him, that he could make some dough

Deliverin packages, for Mac Money Joe

so he said, «Cool.

yo I need a hustle

Yo hook me up, plus I need a pistol or

a .380, a two-two or a .25

I’m gonna get large kid, I’m all the way live»

But he was sadly mistaken

Now he’s locked up, he’s doin time and he’s thinkin

Sights in the city got people cryin.

Sights in the city got people dyin.

In the city.

One Saturday, sweet Renee ran away

Couldn’t take moms yellin, didn’t wanna stay

Her girl told her, that she could get quick cash

Goin on dates, for Pimp Daddy Nash

She said, «Well I don’t know, I gotta meet him

You say he’s fly, mmm?

I gotta see him»

The next thing you know she’s out late nights

Makin dollars for Nash, wearin her skirts tight

Now she’s a victim of the system

Man what happened to her dreams, and her ambition?

Sights in the city got people cryin.

Sights in the city got people dyin.

Sights in the city got people cryin.

Sights in the city got people dyin.

In the city.

Old Mr. Fillmore, he owns a grocery store

It’s a small little shop, the children call him Pop

But of course he keeps a shotgun

just for protection, cause he’s got a little grandson

On Sunday, while he was there cleanin

He heard the front door slam, a lady screamin

He grabbed the shottie and walked out from the back

All he saw was two kids, wearin black ski masks

He fired, they fired, all at the same time

Now there’s a funeral on Wednesay, a quarter to nine

Sights in the city got people cryin.

Sights in the city got people dyin.

In the city.

in the city.

in the city.

In the city!

In the city.

in the city.

In the city.

in the city.

in the city.

In the city!

In the city!

Many sights and sounds in the city, knahmsayin?

People dyin, innocent victims

The babies ain’t got no future

What are we gon' do?

Brothers can’t make a buck

Mmm, just some of the sights and sounds, that’s all

Gues I’m just gonna get mine