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There are 8 million in the naked city

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

There are 8 stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and without pity
About the mean streets and the ghetto
The pimps, the pushers the and vultures

Things that happen it reaches dark
And all the things you about Central Park
You got to be down, you got to have
If you're gonna survive past

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto
Father unknown, astray
He about life the real hard way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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