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"In My City"

It's ova now
Whoever want it they gonna get it
Raw mutha fuckin reese
Niggas sayin my name on CD's n shit...
U know who the hardest nigga is...
King of tha city

My city don't play that shit
In my city don't play no games
In my city don't care bout ya name
In my city we throw dem thangs
In my city we don't care bout ya game
In my city we don't play no games
In my city we don't care bout ya name
In my city we throw dem thangs
In my city we don't care bout ya name

[Verse 1:]
Good evening, ladies gentlemen boies
I welcome u to east st louis... illinois
But if u touch my shit I'm a break yo hand
Listen here dog I'm a grown ass man
Dis my hood yup dis my land
618 nigga I ain't playin
I got tha glock on lock
Everybody know that I can't be stopped
Ppl tryin to jock but I can't be topped
Ppl tryin to jock but I can't be stopped
Nigga can't be topped
I dnt give a fuck nigga this my city
In my city I sho no pity
If a nigga want beef muthafukka cum get me
Might act silly but ain't shit pretty
Put it on yo tongue blow it up like a phillie
Can't be stopped ook ooh really
Click click boom get hit with da milley
Have yo fo head juss pourin out chilly
Big tough guy juss make me laugh
Do alotta dirt but I still take bathz
Count alotta money but I dnt like math
Tell da record label dat a niga want half
Can't do dat u can kiss my ass
Now I'm in da lac with da black gat on
Da lap hat tuh da back with a fat sack of dat smoke
Raw reese an I ain't no joke
Still da hardest in da mufukin city
Bad boy but I ain't p diddy
Nigas didn't want my city on da map but naw I'm herr
Evrybody gon' play my shit


[Verse 2:]
Fuk that bus back u gon' make a niga break tha law
Talk back an I'm gon' break ya jaw
It's me raw reece, R-A-W,
Motha fuka I told u in trouble do,
Get yo ass shot by yo baby mama cutta u
Put u in a hearst then the dirt gon' cover u
I ain't got no life for no otha dudes
Pull out da big 4-5 make yo eyes like baby food
Man I'm a crazy dude...
Coppin corn I was born 1-15-19-82
And tha otha ladies who
Have 'em screamin
Wen dey see me splurgin da bling
And I'm 22, do wut I gota do
Matter o fact lemme take that back
I'm a I do wut I wanna do, dnt make me bus a shot at u
An ya ain't worth shit ya irritatin like a rock in the tennis shoes
Stop lemme finish u,
Cus wut I'm sayin gona make a rap sound like u in pre-school
Dnt no body need u
And all that bull shit u rap about I dnt believe u
And I dnt wana see u, on my block
If u come on my block, then yo ass get shot
Niga u dnt wana see me
When I'm mad cause niga when I'm mad
They zippin up body bags
I'm a thug mo fuka with a sick mind
Big t-shirts big jeans and a big 9
I be damn if I let a niga take mine
I dnt give a fuk if it ain't mine I ain't dyin
Ya'll nigas can't hurt this
I dnt really know wut your purpos
But you betta stay on yo surface
I dnt wana see u outta town
Cause my referee blow that whistle
And it sounds u outa bounds


[Thanks to rebecca, Peter Gozinia for correcting these lyrics]

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