(Mr. Gene Poole) Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system I spark to get yall off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark
and your life is out the bottle The roll of the dice on the corner of the street You get beat, on 123rd street Done by the system that ain't really
request This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues In the heart of the city you was
Verse 1 Before you look down on playa over that white shite understand I work in day light you gotta work the night shift I came from a city where they
car So I can ride to the rhythm of the guitar I hear the music I'm prepared to follow The body overcomes the city of El Dorado Mexican City that's paved
head Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying So delighted with a new understanding Something about a little evil that makes that Unmistakable noise I was hearing
Son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! [Photographer] Why you bothering, Sal? This one's all wrapped up. I hear it's a new city record. From killing to
projects Illest nigga, coolest slang dialects (Dialects) Bite marks are what you feel if you're my victim Poisons golden seal couldn't heal from your system (From your system
beat down and shot up I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city Gave him an eighth
Anything beats the pain of being me and knowing I'm alone And putting off doing something, whatever it is I guess, something, like Living in northern city
largest cities is one-quarter black That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki A five minute sentence hearing
on The game was deadly, you could be here today and gone tomorrow Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failed us as a people Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our hearts
feed the sheep now/ Walk with the rhythm or catch a beat down like (beat box) like that/ Here comes abyss with a silver spiked bat! Derek D: In the name of no heart
Police harass you everywhere you go You need a place you can call your own Down in the city street police take you for a beat They can't get you bust,
to run 4 Mayor, or even President Just livin large, Ooo they wood hate 2 see a brotha in Charge Drivin round town with the system Jammin They woodn't understand to hear
do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City
mine - even in the LA Times. (TIMES!) I can beat the system! - Come on, let's say you with me! Show me some optimism, we can takeover the city! (WE CAN TAKEOVER THE CITY
flashy, I'll use any old ride Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive Cars slide by with the bomming system Like New York