"City Is Mine" lyrics
(performed by Swizz Beatz, Larry June, Conway the Machine & Sauce Walka)
(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 4" soundtrack)
Zone
Right (Yeah)
Right, haha
The voice of the streets (Uh)
'Chine
The big dog
The Godfather
You already know (Yeah, uh)
Larry, Sauce
Jesus
Ayo
Black spoons, fents noddin' off in the bathroom (Woo)
Crazy eight, smokin' this in the back room (Smokin')
They knew I was a goon (Huh?)
Eighth grade, my bundle fell out my pocket in my classroom, oh shit (Damn)
Raised by the corner
Grandma sold pills, grandfather whooped me with the belt he used to tie his arm up (Jeez)
It's death before dishonor (Huh?)
My pistol, that's my sword
Allah is my body armor
They take shots at me, that come with karma (Yeah)
Trappin' in front the store, we had Hot Pockets to warm up, Arizona, Arnold Palmer
It was gun fights, streets is dark even when it's sunlight
Mayweather walked down fifteen, that's just from one strike (My dog, brrt)
Duffel's full of cash, vacuum sealed on the turnpike (Huh?), hid in false bottoms
You ain't gettin' money? That's your problem (Talk to 'em, ah)
White Air Force One Nikes (Woo)
Unlike these other rappers, I'm really a shooter and my gun nice (Blah)
Machine the big boss, the big dog
I get pissed off, you get clipped off
Shots ringin' like missed calls (Brrt)
Switch cars several times a day, gettin' these bricks off (Huh?)
Feds get tipped off and still can never make my clique fall (Hahaha)
You'll get gauze pads and bandages
For playin' with the man that fix problems with ratchets on some mechanic shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
And get rich, made a few million off of cannibus ('Kay)
Anybody askin', you tell 'em this (Talk to 'em)
The city is mines, no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (Ayy)
They say it's organized crime (Uh-huh)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line (What?)
Make sure my family was good, put money back in the hood
That's why the city is mine (It's mine), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (For real)
They say it's organized crime
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good (I'm eatin' good), put money back in the hood
That's why the city is mine (Talk to 'em, Larry)
Man, I tried to leave the game, but, it just won't stop (Jeez)
Owned a million-dollar house and still faithful to the block (Mm)
Got a nine and a deuce, after this, then I'm out
Twenty-thousand wrapped in a white tee, I'm to the house
Dope fiends clean the windows, compact with extendos
How the fuck I get stuck in this life? (Damn)
Oh, I know, it was the broads and the ice
And I can make a thousand just from goin' outside (Numbers)
In a commonwealth state with a bag full of 'za (Damn)
I'm not negotiatin', man, my price is my price
Bobby Womack, [?] (Mm)
Touched my first million dollars cash then I cried (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
First thing I did was went and copped me some property (Yes)
Came with a strategy, treated it like Monopoly (Yes)
Every time you land on this, you gotta pay (Yes)
Never see me all in the hood, I'm out the way (We out the way)
Countin' me some pape'
The city is mines (Woo), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (We eatin')
They say it's organized crime (Uh-huh)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good, put money back in the hood (C'mon)
That's why the city is mine (It's mine), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (For real)
They say it's organized crime (Oowee)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line (Sauce, I got you)
Make sure my family was good (I'm good), put money back in the hood (Uh-huh)
That's why the city is mine, nigga
Cocaine on the razor blade, Louis V seats and they tailor-made (Sauce Walka)
Pretty white girl like her nasal spray (Woo)
Walka with hand grenades, turn to Gears of War by the interstate
Every shooter with me is gettin' paid (Talk to 'em)
Your lemon is needin' aid
Call up your mechanic, juggernaut from the shoulders (Woo)
Left on connect damage, thought lil' buddy was cookin'
They way I seen a man panic, from the way that it's lookin' (Mm)
You finna meet the Nick Cannon, of course we be wildin' out (Brrt)
A million is a lot to be smilin' 'bout, especially when it's sittin' right on your mouth
My bitch'll tuck the Glizzy off the couch in the Louis pouch
My fragrance ain't Creed, but, it hit like a movie 'bout (Ah)
I'm ridin' with Freddy Kruegers
Timbaland's made out of Barracuda ('Cuda)
Golden State, hop out with plenty shooters (Shooters)
This Cybertruck triangle-shaped, Sauce went Bermuda
These chains got my eyes losin' vision, Sauce Rick the Rula
Knick-knack paddywhack, dog hoes can't get shit out of me, not even Scooby Snacks
I done poured a whole six out the lean, I got a Bibby left
G10 Glock stick out my jeans, she thought my Jimmy stiff (Goddamnit)
Niggas [?] sprees, we make switchies [?] (Help, somebody save him)
Me and you is watermelon on side of a raisin
Green [?], boy, Louis jacket, might knock a raven
Star fire and sapphire, still robbin' 'em at the table
Cain on the trick at the section, it made him able
Pimpin', I be spittin' majestic, it's like a fable
TSF business, that's drippin' and spillin' flavor (Oh)
Finna get an edge up and go outside with [?] (Woo)
The city is mines, no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (We eatin')
They say it's organized crime (Uh-huh)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good, put money back in the hood
That's why the city is mine (C'mon), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (For real)
They say it's organized crime
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good (I'm eatin' good), put money back in the hood (Uh-huh)
That's why the city is mine, nigga (City is mine)
You know?
My people good (Yeah)
Conway
The city is mine, facts (Oowee)
Larry June, Sauce Walka
Put money back in the hood and all that
The city is mine (Season 4)
Season 4, do you want more?
Hahaha
Goddamnit
Right (Yeah)
Right, haha
The voice of the streets (Uh)
'Chine
The big dog
The Godfather
You already know (Yeah, uh)
Larry, Sauce
Jesus
Ayo
Black spoons, fents noddin' off in the bathroom (Woo)
Crazy eight, smokin' this in the back room (Smokin')
They knew I was a goon (Huh?)
Eighth grade, my bundle fell out my pocket in my classroom, oh shit (Damn)
Raised by the corner
Grandma sold pills, grandfather whooped me with the belt he used to tie his arm up (Jeez)
It's death before dishonor (Huh?)
My pistol, that's my sword
Allah is my body armor
They take shots at me, that come with karma (Yeah)
Trappin' in front the store, we had Hot Pockets to warm up, Arizona, Arnold Palmer
It was gun fights, streets is dark even when it's sunlight
Mayweather walked down fifteen, that's just from one strike (My dog, brrt)
Duffel's full of cash, vacuum sealed on the turnpike (Huh?), hid in false bottoms
You ain't gettin' money? That's your problem (Talk to 'em, ah)
White Air Force One Nikes (Woo)
Unlike these other rappers, I'm really a shooter and my gun nice (Blah)
Machine the big boss, the big dog
I get pissed off, you get clipped off
Shots ringin' like missed calls (Brrt)
Switch cars several times a day, gettin' these bricks off (Huh?)
Feds get tipped off and still can never make my clique fall (Hahaha)
You'll get gauze pads and bandages
For playin' with the man that fix problems with ratchets on some mechanic shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
And get rich, made a few million off of cannibus ('Kay)
Anybody askin', you tell 'em this (Talk to 'em)
The city is mines, no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (Ayy)
They say it's organized crime (Uh-huh)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line (What?)
Make sure my family was good, put money back in the hood
That's why the city is mine (It's mine), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (For real)
They say it's organized crime
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good (I'm eatin' good), put money back in the hood
That's why the city is mine (Talk to 'em, Larry)
Man, I tried to leave the game, but, it just won't stop (Jeez)
Owned a million-dollar house and still faithful to the block (Mm)
Got a nine and a deuce, after this, then I'm out
Twenty-thousand wrapped in a white tee, I'm to the house
Dope fiends clean the windows, compact with extendos
How the fuck I get stuck in this life? (Damn)
Oh, I know, it was the broads and the ice
And I can make a thousand just from goin' outside (Numbers)
In a commonwealth state with a bag full of 'za (Damn)
I'm not negotiatin', man, my price is my price
Bobby Womack, [?] (Mm)
Touched my first million dollars cash then I cried (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
First thing I did was went and copped me some property (Yes)
Came with a strategy, treated it like Monopoly (Yes)
Every time you land on this, you gotta pay (Yes)
Never see me all in the hood, I'm out the way (We out the way)
Countin' me some pape'
The city is mines (Woo), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (We eatin')
They say it's organized crime (Uh-huh)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good, put money back in the hood (C'mon)
That's why the city is mine (It's mine), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (For real)
They say it's organized crime (Oowee)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line (Sauce, I got you)
Make sure my family was good (I'm good), put money back in the hood (Uh-huh)
That's why the city is mine, nigga
Cocaine on the razor blade, Louis V seats and they tailor-made (Sauce Walka)
Pretty white girl like her nasal spray (Woo)
Walka with hand grenades, turn to Gears of War by the interstate
Every shooter with me is gettin' paid (Talk to 'em)
Your lemon is needin' aid
Call up your mechanic, juggernaut from the shoulders (Woo)
Left on connect damage, thought lil' buddy was cookin'
They way I seen a man panic, from the way that it's lookin' (Mm)
You finna meet the Nick Cannon, of course we be wildin' out (Brrt)
A million is a lot to be smilin' 'bout, especially when it's sittin' right on your mouth
My bitch'll tuck the Glizzy off the couch in the Louis pouch
My fragrance ain't Creed, but, it hit like a movie 'bout (Ah)
I'm ridin' with Freddy Kruegers
Timbaland's made out of Barracuda ('Cuda)
Golden State, hop out with plenty shooters (Shooters)
This Cybertruck triangle-shaped, Sauce went Bermuda
These chains got my eyes losin' vision, Sauce Rick the Rula
Knick-knack paddywhack, dog hoes can't get shit out of me, not even Scooby Snacks
I done poured a whole six out the lean, I got a Bibby left
G10 Glock stick out my jeans, she thought my Jimmy stiff (Goddamnit)
Niggas [?] sprees, we make switchies [?] (Help, somebody save him)
Me and you is watermelon on side of a raisin
Green [?], boy, Louis jacket, might knock a raven
Star fire and sapphire, still robbin' 'em at the table
Cain on the trick at the section, it made him able
Pimpin', I be spittin' majestic, it's like a fable
TSF business, that's drippin' and spillin' flavor (Oh)
Finna get an edge up and go outside with [?] (Woo)
The city is mines, no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (We eatin')
They say it's organized crime (Uh-huh)
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good, put money back in the hood
That's why the city is mine (C'mon), no nickel and dime shit
Boy, we eatin', for real (For real)
They say it's organized crime
My life and my freedom, I put it all on the line
Make sure my family was good (I'm eatin' good), put money back in the hood (Uh-huh)
That's why the city is mine, nigga (City is mine)
You know?
My people good (Yeah)
Conway
The city is mine, facts (Oowee)
Larry June, Sauce Walka
Put money back in the hood and all that
The city is mine (Season 4)
Season 4, do you want more?
Hahaha
Goddamnit
