Livin' in a City

[Chorus: Preacherman] Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh.. never die Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh.. never die Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh.. never die Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh.. never die [Bash] I was born with a gun in the ghetto And niggas wanna kill you, when you go to sleep, in ya bed wit ya metal Where police wanna stop you, stash the cracks, hit the pedal Pop a nigga in the face, that's how shit gets settled Uh-huh, a town where niggas go look for beef You can get shot and stabbed on them Brooklyn streets I can take it back, protection orders, news reporters Nothing in my pocket but a quarter, no hot water In my hood we ain't giving up And we blast off guns dog, cuz we don't give a fuck Bloods with the Crips, and the guns and the clips And the hoes and the tricks, and the clothes and the kicks And the bricks and the whips, with the gun and the knife And the crack and the pipe, with the wife and the dyke But I'm forced to live in this life, young thugging it But no one cares until somebody takes my life, why's that? [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] Look, I'm trying to eat, but you trying to make me use my heat And lose my seat on these streets where my youngs make beef I stay discreate while your tongue dumb, stay with leak I wait for you to creep, with a flesh buster that'll you bleed Man down, keep no aim on this, comes around You shut down, want an 187, but you just will lay down I'm sheriff bingbingbing, hit you in your cabbage, cool the savage And make sure I let all of you dudes have it Just got a rude awakening, by the most notorious bastard Who love red pastures and red bubble gum wrappers So come on, Chris, I dare you, to what, to wanna go against me Word up, I son you fucks and leave you stuffed With a slug left to your gut, no return for you young fucks And who will give a fuck, huh? [Chorus] [Preacherman] Son, I'm living, in a time where things are surely changing Said I'm living, can't even slow down and feel the heart racing Trying to make a better place for humanity, I fathom thee But where do we go, to wake up and see That our existence depends on the soul of you and me? And not to defend, then there were people sitting Behind those wooded trees, tryin' to destroy our dreams [Chorus 2X]