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Life in the city is not pretty
It seems like a of your time

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
cause the lifestyles bust faster
No font on no backwood, Dutchmaster
Fit for handing a radio on
I don't come from a hood with a Dutch factor
Ten in a black hood, that's a gun clapper
We chop fair ones 'till someone collapsed of asthma
this I lived a lifestyle like "fuck rappers"
A buck trapper up after duck with the cut
Tucked up the tongue, who want a buck half of
That's a face on your cheek, stitch 'em up laughter
I snuffed son 'cause he walked through with a rough
Came in the store and on my Timbs and made 'em scuff faster
These niggas 'bout that life, bunch of young actors
Play the right part you see me, say "What up Scrapper?"
See you ain't got to like me but you respect me
Everytime you say you the nicest, boy, you me
Jesus Christ I'm a crisis, you a sip of
Little buds, little suds at the tip of a
I toot my own horn, I'm Dizzy
And I reps my city (YAOWA)

Life in the city is not pretty
It seems like a of your time

2: Joell Ortiz]
One, two, my gritty, extra far from pretty
sloppy pissy and the lobby tipsy
And I keep a Barbie me looking good
My niggas can't leave the country, I bring the to the hood
Let's go - my name my rap shit, I ain't make believe
nigga who got this break is still breaking knees
I'm still playing Cee-Lo and the bank is
Eight G's I [?] better, that Vegas breeze?
Product of the gutter, no father, a mother
you running, but run farther
When you me say "Word to my mother"
boy is extra thorough, ask my burrough
When I'm in Brooklyn they go
You little squirrels buy a referral
These niggas won't they can't so they don't copy
Bitches with best friend be yelling "Go Papi"
Y'all niggas got these feelin' so cocky
But it's a bunch of yes-men and a nobody
Just cause you rhymes don't mean you rhyme right
You a light-high, don't jump and a highlight
Loose sight of your hind and live in hindsight
Cause you niggas aight, but you ain't quite (YAOWA)