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U-God - Night The City Cried

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*police radio* (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef

Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep

wit' cats and dogs become meat

All that is sacred

My body lay naked

Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken

Some money making Jamaican

High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in

Maybe he was mistaken for some great man

In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement

Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!

With a long rusty Jason

Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage

In this mad man hell he laid in

Logical was hatred

Some replacement killer came through, left small traces

Engraved his chest

Left him for death

Left him on his last breath

Crawling, just to make a statement (hu hu huh)

In this matrix

Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man

Somehow found, amazing!

By the department of sanitation

Under city lights to the hospital

Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers

Pop him open just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)

Will he make it?

Will he survive?

Terror in his eyes

Night the city cries

Payback is crime

He damn near died

Banished my wounds not mine

The city cries, drama ride

Guns out the window, slide

Before me now the city cries

(U-God)

Unconscious for months (beep beep)

Deep in coma shock

When you awoke, it was hope

Dry throat

Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes

Pain in you head

Change of the bed

Doped up and soaking while police on top

Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating)

Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass cops

What we have here the chief embraces

In his hands he pulls out two briefcases

A picture popped up on computer

One woman, one man, sharpshooter

He asked you do you remember these two faces?

'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized

Violated as if you was raped

What the hell

You escape well

Police investigated the scene

Scrape the crime scene

Down to the bone panel

While you lay frail in the enamel

Under you nails in the scuffle

You scratched some DNA samples that match

The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his

Right before you blacked out, took that blow

In September, you can't remember

You ripped his nose ring

Right out his nose

Before he took it four times in the ribs

But somehow he lived

>From the little bit of blood you grabbed

His skin type, you ran it back to forensic labs

Your finger prints popped up

This is where it begins

Your street name was Henry the Saint

Staten Island's where your crib was at

Park Hill project was your outlet

You was a target

Or organized outfit

Not by the mafia, this where it get chills

Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will

Money fund drill

Booby trapped perhaps

Left his food for the rats

Now...

(Chorus)

Will you make it?

Will you survive?

Terror in your eyes

Night the city cries

Payback is crime

You damn near died

Bandaged by wounds not mine

The city cries, drama ride

Guns out the window slide

Before me now the city cries

(U-God)

One cop's weakness

Was heroic, he exposed pieces

Leaked out information

On surveillance where his wife was staying

Police tracked her down

Blood hound on the east side of town

In some skyscraper

They had video tapes of her

And some porn star fling, her and the next door neighbor

And the killer with the nose ring

But the police didn't have a case

'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing

Not even a face

He had to clear his name

He bit off more than he could chew

His absent minded flash backs grew

And grew to hate

He had to escape

To ICU

On the second day he came through

He concocted the impossible

The psych' slipped out the cuffs

Somehow killed to armed guards (bang, bang)

Grabbed their guns

Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night

If police hunting was right

He's seeking for justice

Off point bulletin

On a black male Jamaican

Meanwhile a dark lookable crook

Is in a alleyway for retaliation

A limo pulled across the street from a gas station

He saw his wife

And the nigga that knifed him

He wanted to mash him

He was real patient

A devilish growl sensation

And the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)

Of betrayal, murder revenge

Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end

In the hall of the lobby floor

Security on post

Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast

Now he slipped past the video cameras undetected

To the 25th floor

Apartment 504

When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said

She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was dead

In a matter of seconds and inches

The door was hanging off the hinges (crash)

Her eyes met the metal

She screamed Oh my God

Out the back room the killer with the nose ring

Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase

Shots ricochet like lightning roads

Put the bimbo in arms

The drapes caught on fire, with no alarm

They crashed out the window, but they somehow held on

Dangling from a hundred stories high

Don't doubt him

Will he make it?

Continued next album

(Chorus)

Will he make it?

Will he survive?

Terror in his eyes

Night the city cries

Payback is crime

He damn near died

Bandaged by wounds not mine

The city cries, drama ride

Guns out the window slide...

Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says

With his bare hands he stood all of us off

And if he had weapons...

Golden Arm never uses weapons

Says he doesn't need them

He says using his bare arms is the best

And he's probably right

Nobody's beaten him yet

Just using his arms he beat us all then

We had no chance

He had us cold

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