Big City Lyrics - The Movement - Inspectah Deck

(Intro: Inspectah Deck) 

Yeah, yeah, yo 

(Inspectah Deck) 

We pray for a better today, glocks and berettas spray 

Everyday, how did I survive yesterday? 

I can't call it, cops shot the alcoholic 

The fiend saw it, he got the gun, he want a dime for it 

The hood life, chicks and thugs, crips and bloods 

Dippin' on the judge, pushin' whips and drugs 

Burnin' big buds, gettin' love, spinnin' them dubs 

For the taste of it, the low lifes'll split your mug 

It's the home of the brave, the zone of the slave 

We all want it, but gettin' it's, a whole 'nother page 

The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech 

Bitches wanna strip, now it's all for the check 

Yo, everyday, lives at stake, pies to bake 

Same knife that cuts your throat divides the cake 

For the hustlers, thugs, who scheme to survive 

And all in between, scream "Fuck a 9 to 5" 

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(Chorus: Inspectah Deck) 

In the bright lights, the big city 

The thieves stay crawlin' at night, with eyes shifty 

In the bright lights, the big city 

The fiends come sortin' the price, with nine fifty 

In the bright lights, the big city 

They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly 

In the bright lights, the big city 

The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty 

(Inspectah Deck) 

Daydreams, bought and sold 

The high price we livin' might cost your soul 

Secret indictments, furrows, with roll hoes 

Codefendant, I hope he don't tell what he knows 

Exposed to a life of crime since I was nine 

Gettin' money by design, despite the time 

Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam 

My wife, my seed, my land, completes the plan 

Please understand, either legal or scam 

I see the thieves in the van, I can't beat the man 

Still monster ballin', eatin', speakin' ebonics 

Wit foreign cars, custom made clothes and chronic 

Bank rolls and prophets, shine solar powered 

Fine hoes that's bout it, long as you keep they nose powdered 

Obey street laws, careful what you say 

You can play, but you might not make it through the day 

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(Chorus) 

(Inspectah Deck) 

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder 

How I keep from goin' under, I'm used to gettin' over 

I'm deep in the middle, indeed the heat sizzle 

For the littlest beef, even the seeds keep pistols 

Foreigners talk funny, friends they want from me 

But all I need is long money and a strong honey 

I need it "fast", I'm "furious" like Vin Diesel 

I'm lookin' at my plate wit food for ten people 

So, do what you gotta do, do what you want to 

The blocks hot like a sauna, cops try to pawn you 

The fiends trick you, dude behind you wanna get you 

On the grind, your best friend'll talk for a figure 

Walk wit a nigga, see it, don't talk about it, be it 

Don't walk around, then beat it, we all bound to feel it 

This ain't the town (for real), so watch your tour (that's right) 

What's goin' down (what's up), its poppin' off 

(Chorus) 

(Outro: Inspectah Deck) 

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