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There are 8 million stories in the city

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

There are 8 stories 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 things you hear Central Park
You got to be down, you got to have
If you're gonna survive 110th

Well, it ain't no thing when blood is
The emergency ward is capacity
And nothin' ever comes as a big
And the naked city never its eyes

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

New York, you this is a crazy city, man
Word, skyscrapers,
And you just know who you might meet in this town
Yo, dig on my home Run DMC

A young girl seemed to be weight
Her parents all it was the food she ate
Their attitudes all la de da de
But little did they there's a baby in the body

She tried to hide it but they'll soon
sooner or later that baby's got to show
Can her Daddy just accept that as a
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the

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

You wake up in the morning and feelin' blue
Because is gone and your money is too
She's sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million

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

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

kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit street
unknown, mother astray
He about 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
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now in the blank

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

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

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

Because he's one slick livin' day by day
the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to at a hell of a pace
And now it's a disgrace, he's got the in his face

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

Turnin' blue in the by holdin' his breath
With the cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But he tried to stop but it never worked
And then the ladies started him a freebase jerk

to break 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 basing cocaine made him his life

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

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

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

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