*police (humming)
(U-God)
Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef Late night life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' and dogs become meat All is sacred My body lay for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken Some money making High for disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in Maybe he was for some great man In a dirty he lay in a gray basement his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a long rusty Dumped the smoldering in a dumpster truck of garbage In this mad man he laid in Logical was Some replacement killer through, left small traces his chest Left him for Left him on his breath Crawling, to make a statement (hu hu huh) In this Subconsciously gazing the soft of a man found, amazing! By the department of Under city lights to the Hit him with the chest rockers, Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)
(Chorus) he make it? Will he in his eyes Night the cries is crime He near died my wounds not mine The city cries, drama Guns out the window, Before me now the city
(U-God)
Unconscious for (beep beep) in coma shock When you awoke, it was Dry Choking off tools, being fed ice in you head of the bed Doped up and while police on top Doctors your heart (heart beating) Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops we have here the chief embraces In his he pulls out two briefcases A popped up on computer One woman, one man, He asked you do you remember two faces? 'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, Violated as if you was What the You escape investigated the scene Scrape the crime Down to the bone you lay frail in the enamel Under you in the scuffle You scratched some DNA samples that The on your clothes are not yours, it was his Right before you out, took that blow In September, you can't You his nose ring out his nose Before he it four times in the ribs But he lived >From the little bit of you grabbed His type, you ran it back to forensic labs Your finger popped up This is it begins Your name was Henry the Saint Staten Island's where your was at Hill project was your outlet You was a Or outfit Not by the mafia, this where it get Your wife hired some hitman to you for your ten million dollar will Money fund Booby trapped Left his for the rats Now...
(Chorus) you make it? Will you in your eyes Night the city is crime You near died by wounds not mine The city cries, ride Guns out the slide me now the city cries
(U-God)
One weakness Was heroic, he exposed Leaked out On surveillance where his was staying tracked her down Blood hound on the east of town In skyscraper They had tapes of her And some porn fling, her and the next door neighbor And the killer with the ring But the police didn't have a 'Cause the couldn't remember a thing Not a face He had to clear his He bit off more he could chew His absent minded flash backs And grew to He had to To ICU On the day he came through He the impossible The psych' out the cuffs Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang) Grabbed guns Before he the hospital, slivers into the night If police hunting was He's seeking for Off bulletin On a black Jamaican Meanwhile a dark crook Is in a for retaliation A limo pulled across the from a gas station He saw his And the nigga that him He to mash him He was patient A growl sensation And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, revenge that set you up will get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby on post Got gun butted three times in the head with the old toast Now he slipped the video cameras undetected To the floor 504 When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice She cracked it open, her reply I you was dead In a of seconds and inches The was hanging off the hinges (crash) Her met the metal She Oh my God Out the back room the killer with the nose the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase Shots ricochet like roads Put the in arms The drapes caught on fire, no alarm They crashed out the window, but somehow held on Dangling from a hundred high Don't him Will he it? next album
(Chorus) Will he it? Will he Terror in his the city cries Payback is He damn near Bandaged by not mine The city cries, ride Guns out the slide...
Golden Arm is as good as his reputation his bare hands he stood all of us off And if he had weapons...
Golden Arm never weapons Says he need them He says his bare arms is the best And he's probably beaten him yet Just using his arms he beat us all We had no He had us