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(U-God)
Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs become All is sacred My lay naked Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken Some money Jamaican High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in he was mistaken for some great man In a dirty he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a long rusty Dumped the smoldering corpse in a truck of garbage In this mad man hell he in Logical was Some replacement came through, left small traces Engraved his Left him for Left him on his breath Crawling, to make a statement (hu hu huh) In matrix Subconsciously gazing the soft of a man found, amazing! By the department of city lights to the hospital Hit him the chest rockers, shockers Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)
(Chorus) he make it? Will he in his eyes Night the city Payback is He damn died Banished my not mine The cries, drama ride out the window, slide Before me now the cries
(U-God)
Unconscious for (beep beep) in coma shock When you awoke, it was Dry off tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you of the bed Doped up and soaking while on top Doctors monitor your (heart beating) Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops What we have here the embraces In his hands he pulls out two A popped up on computer One woman, one man, He asked you do you remember these two 'Mind you blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized as if you was raped What the You well investigated the scene Scrape the crime Down to the bone While you lay frail in the Under you in the scuffle You scratched some DNA that match The blood on your are not yours, it was his Right you blacked out, took that blow In September, you remember You ripped his ring Right out his Before he took it times in the ribs But somehow he >From the bit of blood you grabbed His type, you ran it back to forensic labs finger prints popped up This is where it street name was Henry the Saint Staten Island's your crib was at Park project was your outlet You was a Or outfit Not by the mafia, where it get chills Your hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will fund drill Booby perhaps his food for the rats Now...
(Chorus) Will you it? you survive? Terror in your the city cries Payback is You near died by wounds not mine The city cries, ride Guns out the slide Before me now the city
(U-God)
One weakness Was heroic, he exposed Leaked out On surveillance his wife was staying Police her down Blood hound on the east side of In skyscraper They had video of her And some porn star fling, her and the door neighbor And the killer the nose ring But the didn't have a case 'Cause the victim couldn't a thing Not a face He had to his name He bit off more than he could His absent flash backs grew And to hate He had to To ICU On the day he came through He concocted the The psych' slipped out the Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang) Grabbed their Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the If police was right He's for justice Off bulletin On a black Jamaican Meanwhile a dark crook Is in a alleyway for A limo pulled across the street from a gas He saw his And the that knifed him He wanted to him He was patient A growl sensation And the rain to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, revenge Bitch that set you up will get in the end In the hall of the lobby on post Got gun butted three times in the with the old dusty toast Now he slipped past the video undetected To the 25th 504 When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said She cracked it open, her I thought you was dead In a of seconds and inches The door was off the hinges (crash) Her eyes met the She Oh my God Out the back room the killer with the nose Smashed the in the head with a porcelain vase Shots like lightning roads Put the bimbo in The drapes caught on fire, no alarm They out the window, but they somehow held on Dangling from a hundred stories doubt him Will he it? next album
(Chorus) Will he it? he survive? Terror in his Night the city is crime He damn near by wounds not mine The city cries, drama Guns out the slide...
Golden Arm is as good as his reputation With his bare hands he all of us off And if he had weapons...
Golden Arm uses weapons Says he doesn't them He says his bare arms is the best And he's right Nobody's him yet Just his arms he beat us all then We had no He had us