This tha City

Been in the hood

All I spent is denim

I'm cobra

Clench my teeth and I'ma ride till it's over

I'm never sewed up, I'm fucked up now

Say you want pistol play?

Well then it's blaw blaw

'Cause I'm the pastor, leader of a weekly church

Get to bussin' out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt

Them hits was weak, for the two triple-oh

But Jeffie if I got your CD

Well, naw, ho

'Cause I am not from the city of bull shittin'

As soon as we come, it's time for wig splittin'

Now that spittin'

Hop on the back of the detention

You say you're pimpin'

I said, my ****, for religion

Just in your blood

God forgive 'em, but we have sinned

Them Georgia boys

When we come, we come like men

Fresh out the pen

I'm standing death up in the place

With a fifth of Remy, pullin' the pin out my grenade

We come from the city where they don't play by rules

I come from the city where that they ride on fuckin' fools

I come from the city where they don't play by rules

I come from the city where they ride, no fuckin' fools

Uh, this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

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Uh, this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

Uh, this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

Okay, I come from tha city, if you're lame, it's gon' be up

A bunch of **** fighting my game, but they can't touch it

I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinkin' Remy out the bottle

Now five bein' follow, my city is on throttle

I heard you hard, heard you doin' the crunk the style

Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the crowd

You crack a smile, we crackin' mugs, sellin' drugs

We what hoes love, ATL fuckin' thugs

Take this real, boy, you know the history

The MAC-10 poppin', high capacity

My whole team prayin' that you make some noise

And so that we can introduce you to them big boys

Yeah, I got killers doin' time as I speak to you

Then some mo' in the streets, right next to you

And for you to say, Troy, it wasn't me, cuz

I'ma hit you with the whole 63, cuz

You say a bitch slap a bitch, old rhythm

See you's a fuckin' joker, and I'm not fuckin' tickle

When blood trickle, that's me up out the F-350

Your feet best to be kickin' your ass and damn skippy

In my city, ain't no game, we know your name

And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang

And where I run across ya, is where I'm gonna drop ya

Breakin' your punk ass off, somethin' proper

I come from the city where they don't play by rules

I come from the city that they ride on fuckin' fools

I come from the city where they don't play by rules

I come from the city where they ride on y'all fools

This tha city, this tha city, this tha city

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