Alphabet City

[Verse 1]
Here’s a little story about how inglorious this city is like
If you’re not a baller 6’2” rollin’ with your crew
You best to fear for your life
Think you’re gonna pass as a victim bitch ‘bout the system
You’re practically dead
Think you’re gonna put in a dent ‘cause of the cheap rent
They’re gonna come for your head

[Pre-Chorus]
So when you hit A be alert of where you are going
This is not the ave you been forewarned
And when you hit B beware of the things you see
If you fear then I suggest you leave
And when you hit C be cautious of the winding road
This is not your average stepping stone
‘Cause when you hit D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
In Alphabet City

[Chorus]
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
In Alphabet City

[Verse 2]
Here’s another story about how notorious city life can be
Best to hide your luxuries ‘cause here we believe
The best things in life are free
If you stumble accidentally down the wrong street
They’ll eat you up alive
Maybe you can roll with the fittest if after all this
You manage to survive

[Pre-Chorus]
So when you hit A be alert of where you are going
This is not the ave you been forewarned
And when you hit B beware of the things you see
If you fear then I suggest you leave
And when you hit C be cautious of the winding road
This is not your average stepping stone
‘Cause when you hit D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
In Alphabet City

[Chorus]
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
In Alphabet City

(Nems) [Verse 3]
Roaming the streets of Alphabet City
Timbs on hoody up it’s about to get gritty
See me and my gun closer than Bobby & Whitney
You might wake up in a tub of ice missing your kidneys
You looking like a victim
You looking like one of these stupid motherfucking
Out of towners Imma get them
Imma stick them and you gon’ be sick
When you’re laying on the ground watching me
Leave with your shit and
A I’m a alpha adrenaline always active
Associated with assholes ready to clap shit
B I be barking on these bitch ass bastards
And dead ass b I’m in the booth with rat shit
C I’m from coward killer Coney Island
Where it’s fuck your life until the casket
Continues to dropping acid
Homey you can’t see up
And if you need more you can suck on deez nuts

[Chorus]
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
Nothing’s pretty in Alphabet City singing
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
D you’re a dead man
In Alphabet City