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Welcome To My City Lyrics

"Welcome To My City" was written by Wonder, Stevie.
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Ugh, ha, ha, ha, welcome to the 504 nigga, the dirty south

Living is so hard in the city of
Livin', livin', livin' is so hard in the city
Living is so hard in the city of
Livin', livin', livin' is so hard in the city

Ugh, I'm from the city of the go getters, I mean the poor niggas
With niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas
And the bitches like the peapop
(Peapop)

And the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks
And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
And niggas still ride old school Caddies
And a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner

And niggas wish they could move to California
It never rain in the sunshine 'cause down here the murder rate's high
And bitches love to suck a line, a lot of gold teeth
And nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man

And you might get a rep if you're a killer
The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers
And hoes love you if you're famous
But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous

Living is so hard in the city of
Livin', livin', livin' is so hard in the city
Living is so hard in the city of
Livin', livin', livin' is so hard in the city

Young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen, the dope fiends say
Bruise it up 'cause he shoot it up, everybody suited up screamin'
God, why he was a killer and that's how most killers die
I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94

He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po
Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs
He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods

But niggas yell 3rd ward, come equipped with slugs
And niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags
Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in God we trust
Now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill
Some motherfuckers might kill for the right skrill in the city
We do busy and bust and nigga ya won't fuck with us, nigga what?

Living is so hard in the city of
Livin', livin', livin' is so hard in the city
Living is so hard in the city of
Livin', livin', livin' is so hard in the city

Songwriters
WONDER, STEVIE

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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