for bringing it back For the history of rap It's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap What happened to just spittin about living in the muthafucking city
You were a good thief, you taught me what to steal, I Guess you know by now how much I took from you for real. I'll give it all back To you next parole
daisies I've been expectin' you Oh, look who's back from town Chorus: What brings you back to this part of the country Well let me guess, ol' loverboy
and a silver cane I found a little man who'd be proud of me But he had to get up early And I had to get back to my pain I guess I'll keep on livin One
: spinning on the turntable, spinning in the microwave A hundred and seventy six degrees, a one eighty and i flip back to look at the man who recognizes
to drop my crew off (but i'll be back) now I'm alone and ontop of it all, looking deep in the back of my mind (looking deep in the back of my mind) I
city Taste [Interlude: Violent J] Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood [Verse five: Esham] Guess who
one of the seasons, you'd call me summer The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer The bull just move like runners from city block to city
court think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin' Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust
walked along the fence Beware of them that look at you as an experience You're back out on the highway with your poems of city heat & I'm looking for
The City Gangs Planning Retirement I'mma A Dade Nigga Voicing My Set Cuz A Spray Quick Took Some Of The Same Steps Through Little Haiti As These Main Nigga (Like Who
to be blowing Yeah singing my song You think you know me Think again Who's your friend Who put this freak flag in the mail Why you sending me this pig tail You back
mind Clouds of vapor to stretch out the miles Hung over we'll greet a certain death With flash of chipped tooth smile Each cities secrets buried beneath
But back up out my space, okay? (Yeah yeah, right right) OKAY! Okay [4X] [Mike D] Got the pink ribbon, so pinky My name's Mike D from New York City
Kick It Free Style Make It Worth Your While I've Got Shelves Of Rhymes That I Keep On File I'm Feeling Good Now Back Home Again Well New York City Is The City
got there yet Think I'll start all over Swing my guitar over my back I'm gonna get myself back on the track I'll never, never ever look back I'll never