The City

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson] I’m 2pac in two spots the block is secure Stacked up to a fiend knee, I’m the one you should call But shawty on tour, juicy couture velour In the drought when it’s five bet I can talk em to four Bronx breaded, I said it with a style Commercial dealer, I gave em coke and a smile From poverty, no code, it was foul Now they admire me, I haven't broke in a while Wild, can’t be talking to me After my show, I have to be forced in the V King of New York, Christopher Walken in me Biggie and Pun, both Christophers walking in me Slick talking teddy, bare arms, from Iran, hope you ready Grey brim Yankee fitted cap, Fred The God and I came to bring the city back [Hook: Fred The Godson] They know I bes in the city We drive V’s through the city We push keys through the city Mayor might aswell give me the keys to the city Now rep your city, this for the streets Now rep your city, this for the streets Now rep your city, this for the streets Now turn up [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] New York life is lawless I got the city turnt up like when Starks dunked it on Mike and Horace Works the purest, same color as artichoke Girl here from school, she studyin the art of choke Forget the vest I will lift em T.B.M the best, they will clip em Heard you got sour around, well we’ll stick em For that 7 pounds with the Wesson I will Smith em 7 pounds Will Smith, big Bronx uptown and we still spit We back flowing and y’all know I got lines around the block Like the tunnel back open Speaking of tunnel, you know the son is spittin' Call me Harriet Tubman cause I got tunnel vision Blue Yankee fitted cap, Fred The God and I came to bring the city back [Hook]