STATIK SELEKTAH - For The City lyrics

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You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

Livin just another

Livin just for the city

Livin, livin, livin, just another

Livin, livin, livin, just for the city

Ba-bap, ba-bap, ba

Showoff, Showoff, Showoff, Showoff

Statik Selektah

(Uh huh), yeah, M.O.P.

Yeah, Showoff

Yo, who that?

Fame, bitch out on the East coast, I'm (ultra), the flow is mad get us

And y'all prosthetic

Don't sleep 'cause I'm jumbo ho, I got a hook like medics

You get your ass with-up, with-up, with-with-up

The fuck up, like J. Lo and Ben Affleck-etic

And I ain't athletic (uh uh)

I bring it to your front door like FedEx

Drop two shots off (pep, pep)

Too many killers in the house, take a day off

Everybody's a baller, what the fuck is it, the playoffs?

Naw nigga (uh uh), this is "New Jack City" (YEAH)

Gritty (YEAH), grimey (YEAH), fo real-y (YEAH)

It's Fizzy, (Fizzy, Fizzy)

You know there's killers in the house (LIE DOWN!), I got Brooklyn with

Me

So chill, or they gon' put your house on chilly

That's how the homies get down, you feel me?

'Cause we just

(Yeah!)

(OH!)

A haha

Yeah

Okay

Uh

Haha!

Uh, yeah, yo

Bullets, gun smoke and cocaine residue

Leave me the fuck alone, that's what you better do

Funerals stay on schedule

And I don't even care about the charges, if they ain't federal

Get a call home, somethin happen

Big chrome clappin, way before ring tone rappin

Left homes with half his dome in a napkin

For sayin "what's poppin? ", when he asked 'em "what's crackin? "

The O.G.'s is gettin money and relaxin

Some niggaz front and some is lookin for action

But it's not the season, can't stop the heathen

Wearin all of this tight shit to stop the bleedin

Violate me, when you die, we even

When this rap well run dry, we thievin

Livin rich or livin poor

Still be livin raw as long as you know what I'm livin for, what?

Yeah

Yeah

Right, right, right (right, right, right)

Gates (Gates)

This how it's goin down

Statik Selektah, what up?

You see me ease through the town homie, with two hands full of (GET

BACK!)

Them niggaz spit raps, my niggaz split racks

You overdue with your (GANGSTA!), when you hit tracks

Playin another nigga's hand, 'cause your shit whack

And if that Henny got you lookin at me wet

Like I'm a ho ass nigga, who never did it for my set

Double up the plate in your vest

Or fuck around and get your spine bone blown through your chest

Think of a low class nigga who's not gettin checks

With a military gun connect and no respect

That A.D.D. can only see above your neck

He (M.O.P.), real niggaz hold the deck

And his name is embedded in the streets you fear

The projects is the boardroom (gangsta), I'm here

Yeah, y'all niggaz confuse it with music

Your boy Bill'll lose it, the truth is (come on), homie is

"Statik Selektah"

"M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M.O.P."

"J-A-D-A, 'Kiss"

"For the-the-the-the-the city" (the city...)