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There are 8 stories in the naked city

8 stories, 8 million stories
8 stories, 8 million stories

There are 8 million in the naked city
ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the culture
The pimps, the the sharks and vultures

Things that happen when it dark
And all the you hear about Central Park
You got to be down, you got to strength
If you're gonna survive 110th

Well, it ain't no thing when is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity
And nothin' comes as a big surprise
And the naked city closes its eyes

A new story for day
Told a thousand different
how it is and that's how it goes
The with the 8 and six big O's

New York, you know is a crazy city, man
Word, skyscrapers,
And you just never who you might meet in this town
Yo, dig on my home Run DMC

A young girl seemed to be gaining
Her parents all thought it was the she ate
Their were all la de da de
But little did know there's a baby in the body

She tried to hide it but they'll know
Because sooner or that baby's got to show
Can her just accept that as a fact
That it wasn't the meals and it the snack?

there's another girl, her name is Vicki
The girl is but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine but then she's not kind
She'll lay you down and then rob you blind

You wake up in the morning and you're feelin'
Because Vicki is and your money is too
She's more sinister than Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million

8 million stories, 8 stories
8 million stories, 8 stories
8 million stories, 8 million

8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 stories
8 stories, 8 million stories

Fresh kid and the complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto
unknown, mother astray
He learned life the real hard way

Wearin' pretty things for all the to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold
Spent all his time just his bank
he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank

Because a fresh kid and his money's long
the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire, desire
They say water can't put out this

Because he's a kid, yeah he's alright
He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the
And you measure or even treasure
The thought that became his pleasure

Peruvian rock never cut speed
And he skied until his nose would bleed
And was just one weakness, I must admit
Is when he took a hit he could never quit

he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened the way
You know he started to base at a hell of a
And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his

For twenty-four seven a terrible
Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the
He stayed home all in the twilight zone
Just bittin' on a like a dog on a bone

Turnin' in the face by holdin' his breath
the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he to stop but it never worked
And then the ladies started calling him a jerk

Just to it all down, you know he's not very slick
Because he all his money and he spent it real quick
He his car, his house, his friends, his wife
And cocaine made him lose his life

Because he bought some on and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him
In a blaze of in his own territory
8 million sad but all stories

8 stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 stories
8 stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million

8 million stories, 8 stories
8 stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million

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