City On Lock

Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talkin' cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you goin' out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids and you got your ass did I don't be tellin' them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it I just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm startin' to hear some voices And they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun slang You know we raised on the concrete I know one thing We from the trenches not the palm tree Codeine I'm sippin' lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant Slide on them blocks by my lonely I tilt my heads to real niggas who been real wit' it I know you love the streets to death, just don't get killed in it I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal wit' it All of a sudden you wanna go slide and go for ten You got the who, what, why, but you forgot 'bout when I really never knew why youngins love to sin Till we grab dat s- and get that s- and do it again Dancing wit Berettas, sent my youngen by the store Sliding with the .9s his niggas kickin' down your door He took Y$L Belenci and da Prada Now kill him in sleep with his own Lama Niggas, they wanna play us What would you die for? Hunnids, they wanna run us What do you lie for? I don't wanna run this if this gun is up on me Got the City On Lock coming through like tsunami Niggas, they wanna play us What would you die for? Hunnids, they wanna run us What do you lie for? I don't wanna run this if this gun is up on me Got the City On Lock coming through like tsunami Get out your sleep in the middle of the night go and hunt He stay outside he paying up rent to be in the cut A petty killer, he will kill for Saint Laurent We hit the city, link with killers when I touch Man you posted up at clubs after hours like you that Out here flexing for a bitch like they won't take it off your neck You ain't posted in your hood, I just know you from the 'net All black, in the cut, with the gat, I mean MAC Hell yes, I don't dance, I just pop a Percocet Hell yes, I'm the man, bitches fucking for cheque Hell yes, left the bitch, now she actin' all depressed Durkio, I'm The Voice but the trenches call me that Gun slang You know we raised on the concrete I know one thing We from the trenches not the palm tree Codeine I'm sippin' lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant Slide on them blocks by my lonely I tilt my heads to real niggas who been real wit' it I know you love the streets to death, just don't get killed in it I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal wit' it