In da City

[Verse]
God bless ya
In the city with so much pressure
My street lecture - I'll slam the mic like a wrestler
The shit is strange, deranged
Your slow brain'll get you left in the rain to catch a train, uh
Your star's runnin' outta shine, you losin' your mind
The God been on the grind, you got your life on the line
If you play with my cheese? Then I'm blowin' the leaves
Then leave your body and leave, I got a plan to seize
You ain't that nigga that you plan to be
No withstanding me when I these cannons breathe
Or bullets whistle through the phantom breeze
I guess he really couldn't handle beef
His head was open like a can of peas
Yo, why you actin' like you fam to me?
You startin' to look like less of a man to me
Ayo, I'm somethin' like a thief in the night
With these rhymes that I write, I can teach you the science of life
The Earth is 93,000,000 miles away from the Sun
But this heater in your face, I'll put it under your tongue
Remember fights and Chicago nights
Make sure the price is right if you really value your life
I keep my enemies the closest, never lose focus
They like being in disguise, but I see where the cloak is
A symbol of hope, this nine-mil' to your throat
Don't provoke the nigga with the wild style
I handle beef like a mad cow
It's the God signin' off, niggas out here is wild foul

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—over, all radio is dead. Which means that these tape recordings I'm making are for the sake of future history, if any