Letra de In My City de Z-RoLetras de Canciones

Letra 'In My City'

[Hook - 2x]
The things, that s on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It s the things, that s on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)

[Z-Ro]
I bet you wanna know what s on my mind, when I be sliding by
Mean mugging, relieving some of this stress don t fuck with me
You ll get this beam, cause I ain t trying to look in the rearview
Cause if I done passed it, it s forward march tired of living in the past
bitch
Wearing pain like it s cologne, y all niggaz tell me to be strong
But y all niggaz don t even know, what the fuck is really going s on
After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday
Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday
I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up
Life is so fucking hard, Jesus will it ever soften up
I m tired of crying tears in my eyes, when I roll through
And I don t trust nobody, that s why I act like I don t know you fools
Y all niggaz might fuck around, and jack your dog
That s the reason why when we be chilling, my pistol still up in my palm
Cause I done seen some fucked up shit, at the red light
Quickly pass on get my ass on, and keep my head right

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil Boss Hogg]
I m on a gangsta roll, in my two do Regal
With four 12 s in my trunk, that ll bump like a beetle
Under the seat is the desert eagle, for you and your people
Think you seen it the first time, this ain t nothing but a sequel
Niggaz is hating my G s, keep skating my plates stay scraping
I get most of my product, from Eses to Jamaicans
Bandanas on my left antenna, and they can t standing
The scene is abandoned, when the first shot is fired and landed
Two deep sliding my mask on, really get my blast on
Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on
Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on
Me and a couple of loc niggaz, up in a rag rome
Five deuce and six zones, six treys and six fo s
BMG B s down moves, tree tops and windows
Penitentiary poems on fo do s, dipping in low low s
Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo do

[Hook - 2x]

[Trae]
Slow mo , when on the block 4 s glide so gangsta
Trunk banging and screens raining, let my top down tailored
Nothing but money to make, sliding through the West
Niggaz left me for dead, so now I be equipped with a vest
I got my mug on mind frame, on leave me alone
I ain t gotta explain shit, you niggaz better get the fuck on
I done beat the game, just like my brother would say
If you keep them niggaz away, you live to see another day
I had a hater watching me, (what happened to that boy)
I caught him slipping, and committsed a clapping through that boy
I m in hella-fied zone, trying to get my rhyme on
If I can t fuck it, I ma still be breaking down zones
From the bottom to the top, from the top back to the bottom
Whatever they want whatever they need, believe I got em
It ain t no slowing down my hustle, with the block dried out
I ma bleed every section, until the block bleed out

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