City On My Back

Intro: Yeah...its like.. A lot of people ask me why I do this shit... I do it for only one reason... Boston stand up! Chorus: I got a city on my back, bostons here Now throw the 3's up, let me see them in the air I got a city on my back, we ain't coming down We leave a hater shook, everytime we come around I got a city on my back, bostons here We win a new ship every single fuckin year I got a city on my back, yeah, I got a city on my back, yeah Verse 1 (J. Lye): I got a city on my back, yall know me Call me ray allen when they see me throw the 3's I got a city on my back, ill never let it fall We riding to the top and ima never let it stall I put the city on my cap, boston on the map I bring it to the light every single time I rap 617, to me that is heaven Preaching to the world like im a motherfucking reverend Every...body wanna look at us and put us down well we prevail Put your city in a coffin, put a hammer to the nail Put us on a pedestal Yes we great, now what are you? Bruins win, celtics win, red sox win, the pats do too We ain't never gonna lose, all we ever do is win Riding for my city, paul revere through the thick or think Putting on for my city, we the team now Hands up if you fucking with the beantown! Chorus Verse 2 (Jus Clide): (yo we got them J. Villside. 617 what. yeah) Yeah, I put on for my city, where the bean at? Where you rest your head, lay your bones, where you dream at? I put that on my life, ha and I mean that Every year we winning then we bring another team back (every year) But this one for the street walkers, boston shit talkers, night watchers, live wires, inspired boxers, garage rockers Baby fathers, just some of bostons finest We family though homie get behind us (behind us) Boston we the truth, paul pierce in the booth Hancock high dreams but they going out the roof And im chasing dead presidents Villside thats my residence Irrelevant ass suckers dont fuck with our elegance Its always my city, and always my hometown Since a little pup, we doggies I guess we grown now Oh wow, 617 repping till the death of me This my city all you fakes let it be, let it be Chorus Verse 3 (Yung Bean) (uh huh, yo J. Lye, I got you, look) Throwing them 3's up, they know that we up Boston be my town, can't nobody see us Blowing that green stuff, call it elevation Couldn't leave my hood, fuck a vacation Know they waiting on my downfall, keep waiting But be patient, cause my team caking Poppin' bottles everyday, its a celebration We keep it moving, no time for waiting Repping my city, ima hold it down Ima-ima hold it down, whenever im not around Yo J. Lye, tell them boys dont play around, no playground Yeah, we up top, they way down And everytime I come around the city on my back Ima ima ima put my city on the map, check Cause they know how we do it, how we done it How we running shit, I run my town, now say something Chorus Outro: Yeah... Like I tried to tell ya'll, we got a city on our back Bostons why we do this In our mind and in our hearts And ima fight for my city till the death of me Compete until success...lets go