Inside Edition

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}

{Livin' in the ci-ty}

{Livin' in the ci-ty}

{Livin' in the ci-ty}

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!