on cd singles leave virginia alone, 1995 (usa) and on you're the star, 1995 (europe) (rod stewart/andy taylor) Well she came from the motor city From
Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow Tears you down, leaves you dead Time will pass, back to life Hand on shoulders, bigger, better Sunday night,
Especially in that neighborhood Those people never stop But her husband showed up just like she said No one would listen, now Maria lays dead In the city
them days, been ?round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city
things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) It's the things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city
Don't make politics out of what I say It's just a something that you hear It used to be what kept us goin What can you do? Culminated case city limits
[Ron Clutch] I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it" City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky Horseshoes
Left the city, my momma she said don't come back home These kids round' killin each other, they lost they minds, they gone They quittin' school, making
gonna be the day [Blu] Yeah, it's like everyday I wake up, I stare into space and don't say much Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up Coffee
City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun and his mother cries When the morning comes And there's mother's crying all over the world, for their poor Dead
of murder and sentenced to die at the Indiana State Prison in Michigan City. She sings a lullaby (Sandman's Coming) though her baby is, of course, dead
the head Look into the eyes, the eyes of eachother Just press that trigger and you're dead Six years would pass, a Sunday came Sun bleached skulls laid
(feat. Legacy) [sampling "Emerald City Sequence" from The Wiz] [x4:] You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR [Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] Hehe, gotta have flash
do' I'm dealing with big niggaz, that once was balling Powder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hogging After dark, is when the living dead
down the road And he put a gun to her head And raped her of all that she ever had When rebecca was found she was dead Anybody Has anybody seen my little
Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday Collisions,
[Chorus] Ay I gots ta work my wood grain wheel Trunks steady bumpin, grillz steady comin [Slim Thug] I takin off down the runway, broad day Sunday Haters
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys