The City - Solomon Childs, Inspectah Deck

You gotta get up, you gotta get out

Get from under, it’s time to get over

Get right, or get left, get even with the odds

Get yours, Solomon…

Eight million stories in the naked city, New York City

You make it, they’ll take it quickly

Ask Po & Richie, coke sold blow you over fifty

I know who with me, I know you won’t trick me

I’m O.G., stuck to the code G

You can never break him or take him alive

You can never face him or trace the design

Believe me breathing, guaranteed I’ll make the way to survive

And built with such grace and strive

That from all those who sore mention him with the greats of his time

Before I sign off, salute

To every soldier, major player or crime boss

We not taking time off

It’s harder to hustle, I must get mine off

Mandatory, the story concludes

And according to Wu, you know Cash Rules Everything

I want it now, and ain’t got time to waste

And even though they say crime don’t pay

It’s got to be a better way, they thinking more like 10 years

I’m thinking more like 10 days

Yeah, I shook up the city, trap star of the city

Had the best work in the city, had the flyest broad in the city

Ran with some of the flyest niggas in the city

Til they left me for dead in the city, with no water

Left me to dehydrate in the city

Money supply, went short in the city

The wise tell me, money can’t buy love

But what’s funny is love can’t survive without money

Nowadays in my poverty city, but I love my city

And I’ll be damned if I lay down and die in the city

Never, cuz in order to rise, you gotta fall in the city

But the mission is you get up when you fall in the city

Yeah, Ayatollah, Heroin

K.M.G., Young Wu-Tang

Hustle hard, nigga