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Intro: 
Boy  it's some shady times out there goin' on right now. 
Man  shit be out there  you got them real niggas and them 
fake niggas  then you got them coochie ass niggas who say 
they down when they ain't down. My nigga  you better get 
yourself together  boy  'cause this shit real! 

Verse 1: JT Money 
Where  I'm  from  the M I A M I 
Young nigga got on  got strong  now he's too fly 
'Cause of what he has in his possession 
A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest 
And a flurry of hoes 
Drop tops, flip-flops, ?????? 
Now he don't holler at the fellas 
And the homies from 'round the way is gettin' jealous 
So they sit back and scheme 
Strapped with AK's, Mac10's and car beams 
Now what you think they gon' do? 
Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through 
So they can touch his ass 
But if the nigga try to buck, they gon' bust his ass 
+gunshots+ And fill him up with holes 
But that's just how shit goes, when you're ... 

Chorus: 
{Livin' in the ci-ty} <I'm bad enough now, and still gettin' worse> 
{Livin' in the ci-ty} <'Cause in the city, you live and let die..> 
{Livin' in the ci-ty} <I ain't frontin'> 
{Livin' in the ci-ty} <Talk to me quick!> 

Verse 2: JT Money 
Wake up to the sound of somebody screamin' 
Look out my window, some niggas triple-teamin' 
A nigga who ain't from 'round the way 
And ass-whippin's the price you gotta pay 
For tryin' to play bold 
Walkin' through my neighborhood wearin' your gold 
Talkin' 'bout goin' to a bitch' crib 
Now you're fucked up and stuck with broken ribs 
That's the way it's gotta be 
If I was 'round y'all way, y'all gon' front on me! 
So I look out for self 
If I wanna see a bitch I'll see her somewhere else! 
'Cause hoes be settin' niggas up 
And at the same time, gettin' niggas touched 
But so a bitch can't get me, 
I'm always packin' that thing with me, 'cause I'm ... 

Chorus 

Verse 3: JT Money 
Life in the fast lane should be your last game 
You didn't do it but you still got yo' ass blamed 
For a crime you did not commit 
Have knowledge of nothin' to do with 
But that description fits you, police get you 
Ask you questions; no answer, he hits you 
Holdin' your jaw? That must be a mistake 
Scared to speak and you're weak as your knees shake 
Expressin' anger as you go to jail 
Denied a phone call, no chance for bail! 
Enraged in a cage as you suffer 
Day by day, the wait gets rougher 
You never planned on bein' an inmate 
Hangin' by a string, waitin' for a court date 
You struggle and fight to stay alive 
Man is to survive 'till court day arrives 
Step in the courtroom, beat-up and filthy 
Judge takes one look, and then claims you're guilty! 
Head drops. No way to bail out 
Like the innocent brothers in the jailhouse 
Now you're lookin' at 5 to 10 
Yo, a nigga just can't win, when you're ... 

Chorus 

Outro: 
This ain't no bullshit that I'm feedin' you now, this ain't no 
bait. A nigga ain't tryin' to reel you in, or nothin'. Y'understand 
what I'm sayin', my nigga? 'Cause when you be out here 
bullshittin', y'ass'll be outta gas. So ya better take 
motherfuckin' heed to these words, motherfucker, 'cause 
it ain't no bullshit! Y'understand what I'm sayin', man? 
Get my point!

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