City High - Inspectah Deck

We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls

For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols

Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some

Lofts of land or maybe

Thoughts of plans and they be

Forcing my hand don’t make me

Off this man

I never claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer

Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded

But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling

Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming «I own the game!»

I’m so stained Novacaine doesn’t slow the pain

Lost so many I don’t fear death, no tears left

Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left

When they said «At fifteen he’d be already dead»

I’m here heavy head steady sipping Remy Red

Wild fellow tryin' a keep my mind settled

Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo

I’m just a city guy living fly getting high

Live it till I die getting by, whipping by

Stand solidified big times to different sides

Here’s your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe… (My vibe)

Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast

One with the city, fight for sections of land

Can’t sleep till the check’s in my hands, it’s still a hustle

Bare knuckle grind, knee deep inside the struggle

I don’t give a fuck about much but my beloved and such

'Cause nobody to trust but us

It’s New York life, walk like what ya talk like

Or you might, get tossed right off the ninth floor

Every day is war, roamin' through the wasteland

Focused, tryin' a make grands

Hammers poakin' out the waistband

In this cash race, they can’t stand the pace I plan to make

Millions and marinate across town my Fam is straight

Cash rules, so naturally it had me, the temptress

Teasing me, I lust badly, she said

«You a professional with records sold let it go»

And I replied «This is the only life I’ll ever know…»

(It's the only life I’ll ever know… You know?)

I trust, in no one but us

Trust, in no one but us

Trust, in no one but us

Yeah, years later, hey I made it, no explaining how

Walking forward through the fire while it rained down

We claim Sex n' Slang and aim weapons

But still tryin' a live the +Good Times+ like James Evans

And, we’ll stick you for your shine

(Hustle) Nickel for a dime

(Trouble) This you’re gonna find

(Muscle) If you wanna grind

(Struggle) Digits on the mind

(Couple) Figures for the crime

(Scuffle) Fists or with the nine

(Bubble) Living on the line (The line, the line…)

I’m just a city guy living fly getting high

Live it till I die getting by, whipping by

Stand solidified big times to different sides

Here’s your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe… (My vibe)