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There are 8 million stories in the naked

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

There are 8 million stories in the city
Some ice and told without pity
About the mean and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers the and vultures

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

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

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

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

A young seemed to be gaining weight
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 that baby's got to show
Can her Daddy accept that as a fact
That it the meals and it wasn't the snack?

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

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

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

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

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

pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh and gold jewelry
Spent all his time counting his bank
Because a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank

Because he's a fresh kid and his long
Been the of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire, ladies
They say can't put out this fire

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

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

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

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

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

Just to break it all down, you know not very slick
he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
He his car, his house, his friends, his wife
And cocaine made him lose his life

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

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