Big City

(Intro: Inspectah Deck)
 Yeah, yeah, yo
 (Inspectah Deck)
 We pray for a better today, glocks and berettas spray
 Everyday, how did I survive yesterday?
 I can't call it, cops shot the alcoholic
 The fiend saw it, he got the gun, he want a dime for it
 The hood life, chicks and thugs, crips and bloods
 Dippin' on the judge, pushin' whips and drugs
 Burnin' big buds, gettin' love, spinnin' them dubs
 For the taste of it, the low lifes'll split your mug
 It's the home of the brave, the zone of the slave
 We all want it, but gettin' it's, a whole 'nother page
 The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech
 Bitches wanna strip, now it's all for the check
 Yo, everyday, lives at stake, pies to bake
 Same knife that cuts your throat divides the cake
 For the hustlers, thugs, who scheme to survive
 And all in between, scream "Fuck a 9 to 5"
 (Chorus: Inspectah Deck)
 In the bright lights, the big city
 The thieves stay crawlin' at night, with eyes shifty
 In the bright lights, the big city
 The fiends come sortin' the price, with nine fifty
 In the bright lights, the big city
 They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly
 In the bright lights, the big city
 The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty
 (Inspectah Deck)
 Daydreams, bought and sold
 The high price we livin' might cost your soul
 Secret indictments, furrows, with roll hoes
 Codefendant, I hope he don't tell what he knows
 Exposed to a life of crime since I was nine
 Gettin' money by design, despite the time
 Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam
 My wife, my seed, my land, completes the plan
 Please understand, either legal or scam
 I see the thieves in the van, I can't beat the man
 Still monster ballin', eatin', speakin' ebonics
 Wit foreign cars, custom made clothes and chronic
 Bank rolls and prophets, shine solar powered
 Fine hoes that's bout it, long as you keep they nose powdered
 Obey street laws, careful what you say
 You can play, but you might not make it through the day
 (Chorus)
 (Inspectah Deck)
 It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
 How I keep from goin' under, I'm used to gettin' over
 I'm deep in the middle, indeed the heat sizzle
 For the littlest beef, even the seeds keep pistols
 Foreigners talk funny, friends they want from me
 But all I need is long money and a strong honey
 I need it "fast", I'm "furious" like Vin Diesel
 I'm lookin' at my plate wit food for ten people
 So, do what you gotta do, do what you want to
 The blocks hot like a sauna, cops try to pawn you
 The fiends trick you, dude behind you wanna get you
 On the grind, your best friend'll talk for a figure
 Walk wit a nigga, see it, don't talk about it, be it
 Don't walk around, then beat it, we all bound to feel it
 This ain't the town (for real), so watch your tour (that's right)
 What's goin' down (what's up), its poppin' off
 (Chorus)
 (Outro: Inspectah Deck)
 Gritty...