Текст песни War in the City - OvertownKid

Warring in the city
Born in the city, mournin'
Warring in the city
Born in the city, mournin'
They warring in the city
Born in the city, mournin'

Born in the city where them youngin's tote them mac's and shit
No actin' shit
Shoot him on film and we ain't practicin'
And I think I'm James Bond
Hit 'em with that burst of tea
'Member Mama told me nigga overcome adversity
No hurtin' me
Graduated from that shoot 'em versity
Also known as put 'em in hearse ity
Really I ain't seen the drought
Them feds tryna stake me out
Them boys tryna flake me out
Know I'm gone take 'em out
Know I'm on paper route
Had to play my cards right
House was'nt dealin' shit
Told that boy keep point
4, 5 Fuckin' 6
Play and then its headcrack
Take off on that tarmac
Now that's how you change the map

It's time for war
We warrin' in the city oh lord
And God comin' with me with the sword
Now we choppin' thru these niggas like a board
Catch a triple hommie no reward

It's time for war
We warrin' in the city oh lord
(It's that Overtownkid throwin' 4's man)
And God comin' with me with the sword
(I'm a Problem Child Left 4 Dead)
Now we choppin' thru these niggas like a board
Catch a triple hommie no reward
(Count with me)

1 Night
I'm a one man army
2 Eyes
Seen too many dead homies
3 Strikes
What you really want from me
4 Life
Overtown tatted on me, on me

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 shots
Comin' out the glock
If he think he hot
Hallows takin' off his top
I just poured a 5th of Bombay up in the flop
Bitch it's 6 a.m your BD in the parkin' lot

I was out finessin'
Flippin' 50's for the 7's
And I'ma die a legend
Hope all dopeboys go to heaven
If I go to Hell catch me in the smokin' section
You foldin' under pressure
I don't do no stressin'
Lil' bro suicidal so he joined the gang
Always ridin' with the shooters but he couldn't hang
I just came from 15th Rest in Peace to James
R.I.P to Big Al Overtown I claim
4's up that make 8 this forever
9 Tryna tap my phone so youngin' gettin' clever
I'ma bury you today, told my runner cop a shovel
It's a thousand ways to die
Made 10 more cause you special

1 Night
I'm a one man army
2 Eyes
Seen too many dead homies
3 Strikes
What you really want from me
4 Life
Overtown tatted on me, on me

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Shots
Comin' out the glock
If he think he hot
Hallows takin' off his top
I just poured a 5th of Bombay up in the flop
Bitch it's 6 a.m your BD in the parkin' lot

It's time for war
We warrin' in the city oh lord
And God comin' with me with the sword
Now we choppin' thru these niggas like a board
Catch a triple hommie no reward

It's time for war
We warrin' in the city oh lord
And God comin' with me with the sword
Now we choppin' thru these niggas like a board
Catch a triple hommie no reward