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There are 8 million in the naked city

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

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

that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you about Central Park
You got to be down, you got to strength
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 its eyes

A new for every 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 home Run DMC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For twenty-four a terrible Jones
Didn't care of business, didn't answer the phone
He stayed alone 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 cloud bullshit stuck 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 made him his life

Because he bought some on credit and pay
And the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a blaze of glory in his own
8 million sad but all real

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

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

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Get to the funky sound
Get to the funky sound, get down, d-d-down