Letras:
Jersey City Streets

calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets are cold Another night, my pockets all turned out All alone, these city streets

the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City ripped

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

s hearts beat straight but their souls always ring truer You gotta back it with some muscle and think fast on your feet On the Jersey City streets Part of the city

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

: (Demon Voice) Nu Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthafuckers It's the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a hundred

stand up this is it (like this) put em up [Verse 1:] Clarksville I throw it up no stomach virus I ball out of sight like a blind iris I'll city I'm

: The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on

- executioner, winter time I rock a fur Mega popular, center of attraction Climaxin, my bitches they be laughin They high from sniffin coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City