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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 stories in the naked city
ice cold and told without pity
About the streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and

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

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

A new story for day
Told a different ways
how it is and that's 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 boys Run DMC

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

She tried to hide it but soon know
Because sooner or later that got to show
Can her Daddy just accept that as a
it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack?

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

You up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
Because Vicki is gone and money is too
more sinister than Peter Lorre
And is just two of 8 million stories

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

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

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

Wearin' things for all the ladies to see
fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
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
Been the of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire, ladies
They say water can't put out this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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