Rich Rhymer - Ya Own City

They killed Chinx in his own city
They killed Nip in his own city
It be ya own city

Now a days man you Can't be too assessable
The more these nobodies could reach you... they think less of you
Replicas tryna test the authentic we ain't letting you
Niggaz at they worst plotting to get the best of u
Never let em get next to u
Got me on my pedestal
Who the man? never you!
Gotta move just like the Legends do when I'm stepping thru
Rolling with felons cause Ima felon too,
And betchu every nigga that's with me'll do anything that I tell em to
I could be a Legend in any era
The only 1 who Could make magic in Penny era
With Bad boy... Mase and Puff, Biggie era
Camron, Diplomat... Rocafella Nigga!

Get ya headcrack like playing Celo my G
A couple Money Mitch done turn out like Rico my G
A bunch of new jacks fronting like they Neno my G
Dont get a fucking Scarface like Al Pacino my G
That's a buck 50 and I keep it w me
Fuck a movie dog
All That tough Tony shit don't move me dog
I'm tryna do it BIG like I gotta Coogi on
This time around I'm ending niggaz careers
Made some paper u ain't made in some years
She wanna hear some hard shit
I prolly try to fit my dick in her ear
I'm realist of the realist you hear
I'm the type of dude you couldn't compare
Most niggaz either pussy or weird!
Can't compete don't compare
Kept real from start
I'm talking year after year
Y'all say y'all real my niggaz rare
We still the niggaz y'all Niggaz fear
U them said niggaz over there rare as us I was like nigga where??
Bunch of lames over there... this the real over here
Giva fuck bout how they feel over there Yeah!
Cause We the Trillest out
And since I'm clumsy with my feelings ima spill em' out
Friends turn to foes gotta fill em' out
The bros need appeals I get a deal ima get em' out
I don't deal with hoes I just fuck em' then they getting out
Im only doing shows for the duffle that's a big amount
I want the bigger bag
Get these niggaz mad
Shitting with this paper cause these niggaz ass
When ya money good all ya bitches bad
Pretty boy Nigga with the gift of gab
All these bitches love the crew
Fucking all they friends and her cousins too
Fuck these rappers wanna do?
Nigga u fucking with who?
I was pushing bundles for stacks in desert storms when they ain't have a clue
Been that nigga before I had a shoe
You was borrowing shit I had it new
Came out the womb fly
Got jammed up was in the Tombs fly
You couldn't fit my shoes
If wore the same shoe size
And on God if it ain't none my niggaz I don't giva fuck about who died (Real shit)
But it hurt when I heard about Nip
All the real ones dead or in jail is why the real don't exist
So I be damn if I fail to get rich
And I ain't tryna wait for mail in the pen
Where I'm from niggaz failing to win
Where I'm from Death repetitive,
Jail is repetitive, Jobs is irrelevant
Lil niggaz 12 and they smoking for the hell of it
I tell it how I see it and I see it how I'm telling it
Music is my medicine
Flow hit like heroin
Time with the fam is the only thing I'm cherishing
Get the paper make it home stay away from jealous shit
Baby on the way I'm the babyface veteran
Young Black excellence
And Im still close to the niggaz I was jailing with
And I'm still ready for whatever never hesitant
Death is a definite
Real one I never switch
You ask me that's evident

But who I was yesterday is the only dude I'm trying to be better than
Let me let it sit
Double R I'm the fuckin founder Mane the President

They killed Chinx in his own city
They killed Nip in his own city
Damn, It be ya own city

Written by:
Troy Rhymer

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