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There are 8 stories in the naked city

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

There are 8 million stories in the naked
Some ice cold and told without
About the streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers the and vultures

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

Well, it ain't no when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is filled
And ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city closes its eyes

A new story for 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 this is a city, man
Word, skyscrapers,
And you never know who you might meet in this town
Yo, dig on my boys Run DMC

A young girl seemed to be weight
Her all thought it was the food she ate
Their were all la de da de
But little did they know a baby in the body

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

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

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

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

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

Fresh kid and the stories
on a dim lit ghetto street
Father unknown, astray
He learned life the real hard way

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

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

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

Peruvian rock never cut with
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 one slick pusher livin' day by day
the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to base at a of a pace
And now it's a disgrace, got the pipe in his face

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

Turnin' blue in the by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit in his chest
But then he tried to stop but it worked
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase

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

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

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
8 million stories, 8 million

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