Big City

[Masta Ace]
 'New York, Big City of Dreams'
 To get by, cats doing plenty of things
 It's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle
 Either it's that or you sign with Russel
 'cause nowadays an average cat can flow decent
 So in your sparetime you can go to the precinct
 Let me introduce you to some cats who won't shoot you
 Everyday they're spinnnin their pen it's so crucial
 They got kids to feed, wifes to hug
 Their jobs are so strange, their lifes above
 Look, my nigga Al had a store in his trunk
 And the place under the dash where he store his pump
 He had them white and white 'Air Force Ones' for 40 ($)
 And them iddy-biddy-kiddy ones for shorty
 He was just trying to survive to the session
 Now he's locked up for stolen goods and gun posession
 My nigga Neek had them first for cheek
 He bough a too family home and excursion jeep
 But word got around he was doing it big
 Cops ran up in his crib, now he's doing a bit
 Now Jose was making money hand over biz
 He had legimated jobs with a little bit of a twist
 Besides me and my man, I've known people
 He sold stuff too, out of the back of home deepo
 Everything from new tools to kitchen sinks
 And he was just trying to get rich as stinks
 'cause now he lost his job and his morgage due
 And he can't afford a lawyer, man law gets through, oooh
 We were lying on skeems and skams
 Just so we could realize our dreams and plans, man
 This ain't America is it?
 It don't take much for the cops to come pay you a visit
 But do what you gotta do, fuck them laws
 Life is a test you better up them scores
 Listen, I ain't trying to survive, I'm trying to life
 And here is some advise I been dying to give
 They don't care if you sell it to inner section
 Republicans run for officers when ellection
 Who's in the inner section, see my pen errecting
 This for my cats that just been effecting
 From ground sillawats, it's down steal the spots
 It won't stop untill we're down kill the cops
 It's a revolution, you believe in god, a evolution
 Either way dog, we need a resolution like Aaliyah
 A man got sentenced to a year
 And when he get out, it's another street career
 It's a vicious cycle
 For every kid who ball in the park and wish he might do
 Listen the world don't like you, but
 You better keep it moving, you better keep improving
 You love my voice, ain't it deep insolvent
 I'm saying fuck fame, I'm having a no-name
 Platinum and gold chain, and saying
 I'ma beat 'em at their own game