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Iron Solomon
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The Empire
I'm from the home of the hustler, born with a mean mark Talk fast and we walk fast, keep up Step with a different rhythm, try to make the most of what little we've been given By the city that we live in We ...walk ... like a streets marks, Intersect, dogs eat dogs, ... law, that's Dry a nigga even for the odds that we overcoming So we can hear them sirens and them coppers... No matter what we facing we don't turn the cheek The highest currency is courage in these urban streets We're in the ... where people popping they heels We never follow our leader... With lady liberty's ... without stopping the... You can never doubt us out, even when we downing out Nothing to be proud about, show the people shouting out
My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city
I'm from the home of the stickers, can't be always show the streets love Talk fast, plus we walk fast, keep up a step Over gutter rainbows Wish I could give away millions like I was Maino You know how the gutters... if you listen to the... The bombers made it tragic but we rose up from the ashes Like the promise of the phoenix... I roll a purple... youth... I grew up in New York ... Fuck how niggas... it's tragic how our whips got more gadgets than the Batmobile The inspiration...the metropolitan...stay on top of other problems Cause we're coming my from the bottom Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city New York, New York, my city, my home My city, my home,
As a teen I sold 20's spending my own money Stepping out my parent's house the city was home to me Riverside park, we would kick it after dark, by the peer With some beers, and a piff that we would spark And run up in house parties and turn them to our parties And neighbors would call cops, cause we would get... Another night, another page written in life's journal 9 million stories in a city with 5 burrows Different backgrounds, but we came through the same struggle Dreaming of fame, we wrote our names on train tunnels Running round the city like rats in crawl spaces Catching court cases for jacking north faces Chasing the fast life, we know that it's short Breathing the air here it's like smoking a Newport My home is in New York...we living... die The city of NY
My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city My city, my home, my city, my home, my city, my home, New York city New York, New York, my city, my home My city, my home.
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