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There are 8 stories in the naked city

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

There are 8 million in the naked city
Some ice cold and told pity
About the streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and

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

Well, it ain't no thing blood is spilled
The ward is capacity filled
And nothin' ever as a big surprise
And the city never closes its eyes

A new for every day
Told a thousand ways
That's how it is and 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 to be gaining weight
Her all thought it was the food 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 soon
Because or later that baby's got to show
Can her Daddy just that as a fact
That it wasn't the and it wasn't the snack?

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

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

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

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

Fresh kid and the complete
Born on a dim lit street
Father unknown, astray
He learned about life the hard way

pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just to break it all down, you 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 lose his

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 sad but all real stories

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

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

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