This Is My City - Cam'Ron, Max B

Who ever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?

101 West, you should’ve seen my building

139 Park, started off as children

Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him

A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him

That’s what I heard, please don’t get in ya feelings

When the time’s right I will tell you about these villains

And everybody dead, so it ain’t about squealin'

Weapons we conceal 'em, need be, reveal 'em

Fly, nah, fly traps was hangin' from the ceiling

Milk and Giz was chillin', me and Biz was illin'

Love my hood but to make it out, woo, what a feeling

I couldn’t sleep at night, in my bed I would keep a knife

Until I got a gun, where I’m from they ain’t believe in life

Cops come readin' rights, but we ain’t the readin' type

You don’t need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes

Goddamn, you got to feel me brother

On my block, best friends they kill each other

No slouch or homicide to vouch ya

How I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya?

Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah)

Keep, keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and

To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top

All of us, all of us, all of us

This is my city (This is my city, Harlem)

Uh, yo, Reggie White took me on my first stick up

15 years old, can’t front I caught the hiccups

Told me calm down, then proceed to click up

Thought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up

8th Ave, dipped up, in my waist the grip tucked

Told me keep my lips shut I ever get picked up

I said before that you’ll find me with my wrist cut

Just wanted to chill, now in this shit I’m mixed up

You know Max B, I call him Charlie Rambo

Lived in the same building, you would call a bando

Outside more gunshots than Commando

That’s why I had to treat myself to Porsches, Lambos

Pardon, I get emotional

It’s all real, none of it is promotional

Just wanted to play basketball and have an ocean view

But when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do?

Fast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex

Son just born, formula by the Pyrex

Liquidated money, the drugs from them big checks

Been solidified way before Dipset

No disrespect to the brotherhood

They’re my brothers, but brother I’m from another hood

Where it ain’t fair, like Blair they leave you under wood

Old money go missin', shots where ya mother stood

Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah)

Keep keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and

To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top

All of us, all of us, all of us (This is my city, this is my city, Harlem)

Keep risin' to the top, keep risin' to the top

(Keep risin' to the top) Now, usually, I don’t do this but, uh

Let’s break 'em off with a sample of the remix (Keep risin' to the top)