Sights In The City Lyrics - Jazzmatazz, Vol. 1 - Guru

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people dyin' 

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people dyin' 

In the city 

One Friday, little Emmitt reached his limit 

School was wack, he wasn't with it 

His man told him that he could make some dough 

Deliverin' packages for Mac Money Joe 

So he said, "Cool, yo, I need a hustle 

Yo, hook me up, plus I need a pistol or 

A 380, a two-two or a 25 

I'm gonna get large kid, I'm all the way live" 

But he was sadly mistaken 

Now he's locked up, he's doin' time and he's thinkin' 

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people dyin' 

In the city 

One Saturday, sweet Renee ran away 

Couldn't take moms yellin', didn't wanna stay 

Her girl told her, that she could get quick cash 

Goin' on dates for Pimp Daddy Nash 

She said, "Well, I don't know, I gotta meet him 

You say he's fly, mmm? I gotta see him" 

The next thing you know she's out late nights 

Makin' dollars for Nash, wearin' her skirts tight 

Now she's a victim of the system 

Man, what happened to her dreams and her ambition? 

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people dyin' 

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people dyin' 

In the city 

Old Mr. Fillmore, he owns a grocery store 

It's a small little shop, the children call him 'Pop' 

But, of course, he keeps a shotgun 

Just for protection 'cause he's got a little grandson 

On Sunday, while he was there cleanin' 

He heard the front door slam, a lady screamin' 

He grabbed the shottie and walked out from the back 

All he saw was two kids, wearin' black ski masks 

He fired, they fired, all at the same time 

Now there's a funeral on Wednesday, a quarter to nine 

Sights in the city got people cryin' 

Sights in the city got people dyin' 

In the city, in the city, in the city 

In the city, in the city, in the city 

In the city, in the city, in the city 

In the city, in the city 

Many sights and sounds in the city, knahmsayin'? 

People dyin', innocent victims 

The babies ain't got no future 

What are we gon' do? 

Brothers can't make a buck 

Mmm, just some of the sights and sounds, that's all 

Guess, I'm just gonna get mine