Shitty Ina City

[Intro: Wise Intelligent]
Dis' one dedicate!
For every ghetto inna' debt
Mr Wise talkin'
Watch it!

[Hook: Wise Intelligent]
If..
You got the saviour for flavor
If..
You've got that passion for fashion
Fuck what you think if your ass in the streets
Just come on down and..
Peep this

[Verse 1: Wise Intelligent]
Rap
That
Some
Shit i love
A black slang cat
This inner-city dub
Another brother dies in the ghetto tonight
But none does it matter cos' his skin wasn't white
And every interview they ask me how do i do?
Living on the inner-citys worst avenues
Glocks cockin'
Niggas clockin'
Do' cos' they po' so they got to slang the rock and..
Fuck it
Duck it if they bust it
Kids play the rest out with the vest and can't trust it
And i hope that if your looking
You can get the goods-in-the-hood-in a second
Anything from crack to smif n wessun
Trub slum name brand gun
Word to genocide black lives go none
Lickle slave trader listen up you scum
Got rich off our labour, then ditched us in slums
Got to let you know that I'm not getting where I'm kicking this
Project music.. if thats what it is!
Turn your TV up when my videos on
Let your woofers pump when this shit is in your car
But watch that of cop!
They can get real shitty, if you come where I'm from some fucked inner-city
Yeah, watch that of cop!
They can get real shitty, if you come where I'm from some fucked inner-city

[Hook: Wise Intelligent]
If..
You on the corner and slanging
If..
Your into drive-by's and banging
Put down your gun take a look at the slum
Niggas stop yo' madness
If you've got that Glock and your cockin'
If you've got that fusie for uzi's
Put down your gun take a look at the slum
Nigga stop yo' madness

[Verse 2: Wise Intelligent]
4 albums out and still po'
Just thought i'd let you know
Not to ask me for shit
Rumours still living in the projects sisters spending with cheques
And pon pon crack
The inner-city make me gwarn mad G looking for my dad-y
Try bust some lead in his ass see
Thinking as i lie down on this mattress
Saying to myself i'll never grab another package
So i write rhymes, bite rhymes. No lie!
Word em up to the slum, someones .. gotta die
But hold up Mr. Wise you know you got to stop the killing
Besides that your a teacher and the gods are known for building
Well if i said
Something that me people don' Like!
Forget about the records put the teachers pon' strike!
It's strictly inner-city gun shot to ya chest
Cos' someone gotta add-ress that.. mad-ness
And i don't think it's you because you haven't just yet
And em all up in ma vest because my lyrics is fresh
I comin' out de house sisters smoking at the round
I smack a crack pipe & her life on the ground
It's living like that and nuh i don't want your pity
Just leave me to be in my shitty inna-city
See it's living like that, we don't want your pity
Just leave me to be in this shitty inna-city

[Hook: Wise Intelligent]
If..
You've got the savior for flavour
And..
You've got that passion for fashion
Fuck what you think if your ass in the streets
Just come on down and peep this
If you on the corner and slangin'
If you into drive-by's and bangin'
Fuck what you think
Fuck fuck
Fuck what you think

[Verse 3: Wise Intelligent
UZI-does it
Nuttin' but gun talk
Remains of brothers brains stain the side-walk
I'll never be ever going out that route
Cos' if the guns not in my pocket, it won't come out my mouth
Niggas.. die
When they name pop out Glock justlin'
You never did really pop one shot and now your dead!
Upon the road ya head drop ere' dis!
Dat what you give up wit' ya talkin' chat
But you know summin'
Inner-city's don't pity none
You talk bout' the gun and die by one
Inner-city schools dat are is where i live
Kids give less than shit about whats positive
You, must be a duppy or a gunman
I man no find out yet
So watch again
Pewe pewe peee
Awa awa arrr
Tuwi tuwi teee
Dat of New Jersey
Versatile, wicked wild pick a style, it's done!
Hardly uman, gonna' do me sumptin'
You got treat shitty cos' you that itty-bitty
Ain't spend one penny in no-body's inner-city
O-rigional dope and digital slang chat black style
This shit so dope and deadly it should come in crack vowels
But how!, wicked can it be, listen me
If things are gonna' change for the black family
It takes a pretty penny, and these pennies ain't pretty
For no welfare mommy in this shitty inna-city
It takes a pretty penny, and these pennies ain't pretty
For no welfare mommy in my shitty inna-city