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There are 8 stories in the naked city

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

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

Things that happen it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Park
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 comes as a big
And the naked city never closes its

A new story for day
a thousand different ways
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 just never know who you might meet in town
Yo, dig on my boys Run DMC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

rock never cut with speed
And he gets skied until his nose bleed
And that was just one weakness, I admit
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 Jones
take care of business, didn't answer the phone
He stayed home all in the twilight zone
Just bittin' on a pipe a dog on a bone

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

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

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

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

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