Royce Da 5'9" - In My City lyrics

[Hook] People die in, ride by in People cry in, everyday In my city, my city, in my city People die in, ride by in People cry in, everyday In my city, my city, in my city [Talib Kweli] They hustle, they grind and they chussle They struggle, they fight They muscle they way to the top No sobbin, no crying They put they fire in the poest And flowin they rhymin They writing, they focused They know that they glowing, they shining Sub doping, they open, they loaking, they smokin They dranking They hope to be sanging the ball And that's all that you think? They ripin off your chain they trippin and creepin They banging They throwing up flames, dippin, they flippin, they slangin They claimin blocks that they don't own and die for em They taking shots enduring pain so we writing for em To make em stop for a second cause everyone hurt If I can give them a record, I'd give them one verse I try to inspire, they survivin, not living You can't make a prediction, the future's not written Although I'm not a physician I try to stop and listen It's like we got a condition [HOOK] [Mack Maine] I'm from the city where the babies k**in babies And the babies havin Babies Ain't no ifs, ands and maybes All the pastors is crazy The baby mama's lazy The congregation seem like they suffering from constipation And since female seem like they on a slow sh** n***as from my hood holler, we ain't bout that ho sh** Soon as the beef jump off, mix with they Glock up Then ride around rock windows and hoops and tear your block off It's where the youngest practice prostitution And where n***as don't give a f** about the constitution They say abe lincoln freed the slaves But honestly homie we still slaves And we don't behave Ever since katrina, my n***as ain't got sense And they ain't got funs, but they all got guns What's up america get back in the hood You motherf**ers put crack in the hood, that's why [HOOK] [Royce Da 5'9"] For you to call me a street n***a it's just an accusation You're probably calculating, the fact I be with them workers Without the application Making money in the city I'm from, from grinding Until they get us tired it's after racism Our actions is affirmative, come get the affirmation With our minds we can move mountains like the appalachians Victims, of circumstance not stopping until the whole block flooded like urkle pants n***as will creep up to squeeze on you with the violence Everyday in they life like mileage So they go out in the streets smart despite college The wrong mind frame with the right wallet You are listening to the heart of the city I'm part of the greediest place you can visit n***as even fill the may up, spray up Then go somewhere way up till the way up A bunch of slum dog millionaires, yeah yeah