Big City

[Intro]

Somebody call the cops!

Yeah, yeah

Stop playing with me! Yeah

Better stop playing with me

Yeah, that's right

[Verse 1]

'New York, Big City of Dreams'

To get by, cats doing plenty of things

It's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle

Either it's that or you sign with Russell

Cause nowadays an average cat can flow decent

So in your spare time you can go to the precinct

Let me introduce you to some cats who won't shoot you

Everyday they spend in the pen is so crucial

They got kids to feed, wives to hug

Their jobs are so strange, their lives are bug

Look, my nigga Al had a store in his trunk

And the place under the dash where he store his pump

He had them white and white 'Air Force Ones' for 40 ($)

And them iddy-biddy-kiddy ones for shorty

He was just trying to survive the recession

Now he locked up for stolen goods and gun possession

My nigga Neek had them furs for cheap

He bought a two family home, an Excursion Jeep

But word got around he was doing it big

Cops ran up in his crib, now he's doing a bid

Now Jose was making money hand over fist

He had a legitimate job with a little bit of a twist

Besides me and my man, I've known people

He sold stuff too, out of the back of Home Depot

Everything from new tools to kitchen sinks

And he was just trying to get rich, it stinks

Cause now he lost his job and his mortgage due

And he can't afford a lawyer, man dog is through, oooh

We were lying on schemes and scams

Just so we could realize our dreams and plans, man

This ain't America is it?

It don't take much for the cops to come pay you a visit

But do what you gotta do, fuck them laws

Life is a test you better up them scores

Listen, I ain't trying to survive, I'm trying to live

And here is some advise I been dying to give

They don't care if you sell it to inner section

Republicans run for office and win election

Who's in the inner section, see my pen erecting

This for my cats that just been effecting

From Brownsville and Watts, it's down steal the spots

It won't stop until we're down killing cops

It's a revolution, you believe in God, or evolution

Either way dog, we need a resolution like Aaliyah

A man got sentenced to a year

And when he get out, it's another street career

It's a vicious cycle

For every kid who ball in the park and wish he Michael

Listen the world don't like you, but

You better keep it moving, you better keep improving

You love my voice, ain't it deep and soothing?

I'm saying fuck fame, I'm having a no-name

Platinum and gold chain, and saying

I'ma beat 'em at their own game