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Inna Citi Life Lyrics - Livin' Proof - The Group Home

So much anger built inside 

I'm a legend of my time 95 is mine 

and this punk-style niggas thinkin' that they are fly 

Talk about the ghetto life but they don't know the hard times 

I'm eatin' curried chicken and rice these folks look nice 

Smoking lala with my nigga 'till the day turns night 

Watchin' fiends hustle for skins to fuck up their thing 

We want their back gets cool 

You never know tho's a fool 

Real niggas know the rule I pack a 2 for these fools 

Half kid set loose in this inner city blue 

Check it out 

Where my niggas at? 

 

Hey yo nigga I flip, and jump I shift 

For shooting nigga in the face for I shoot to give 

Check it 

Swing the mic live in trife do what you like 

I hit your moms in the head with a metal pipe 

Walk through the valley of death with no fear 

I'm knockin' suckas like a runaway deer 

So step off son you just can't get none 

No matter how strong they get DONE 

I grab my gun in the presence of danger 

I'm real frustrated with so much anger 

Express myself violently that's how I think 

So stand back I'm hittin' harder than a fuckin' tank 

I just cut my G's and keep steppin' 

I'm gettin' respect of for the damage I be wreckin' 

The Nutcracker and I have no biddy 

That's how it is for the kids in the inna city 

 

Lyric disolve from your dome will get done before I break your brain 

Ain't nothin' to insane got them open like cocaine 

Check it out party people as I speak with the list 

People said we couldn't do it 'cause they can't feel it 

Word is born shit is on now let's all sing along 

Check it out for my nigga that are are-I-P 

Pourin' air on his face think about your disease 

Nothing can be better but the shit goes on 

But that's life ah, in the inna city 

 

I make you want to jump, sike, I kill a fuckin' mike 

I write the hype dope lyrics that you like 

I stay low key to myself and keep stepping 

You want to fight while I'm reaching for my murder weapon 

A young nigga, I'm only eighteen 

When my peoples had beef I was always on the scene 

I'm the nutcracker and I do what I like 

That's how we live in this Inna Citi Life 

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