8 Million Stories Lyrics - Singles - Kurtis Blow

There are 8 million stories in the naked city 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

There are 8 million stories in the naked city 

Some ice cold and told without pity 

About the mean streets and the ghetto culture 

The pimps, the pushers the sharks and vultures 

Things that happen when it reaches dark 

And all the things you hear about Central Park 

You got to be down, you got to have strength 

If you're gonna survive past 110th 

Well, it ain't no thing when blood is spilled 

The emergency ward is capacity filled 

And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise 

And the naked city never closes its eyes 

A new story for every day 

Told a thousand different ways 

That's how it is and that's how it goes 

The city with the 8 and six big O's 

New York, you know this is a crazy city, man 

Word, skyscrapers, everything 

And you just never know who you might meet in this town 

Yo, dig on my home boys Run DMC 

A young girl seemed to be gaining weight 

Her parents all thought it was the food she ate 

Their attitudes were all la de da de 

But little did they know there's a baby in the body 

She tried to hide it but they'll soon know 

Because sooner or later that baby's got to show 

Can her Daddy just accept that as a fact 

That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack? 

Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki 

The girl is fine but sho'nuff tricky 

Vicki's fine but then she's not very kind 

She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind 

You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue 

Because Vicki is gone and your money is too 

She's more sinister than Peter Lorre 

And this is just two of 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

Fresh kid and the stories complete 

Born on a dim lit ghetto street 

Father unknown, mother astray 

He learned about life the real hard way 

Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see 

Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry 

Spent all his time just counting his bank 

Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank 

Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long 

Been the subject of a ghetto song 

Poor kids admire, ladies desire 

They say water can't put out this fire 

Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright 

He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night 

And you could measure or even treasure 

The thought that cocaine became his pleasure 

Peruvian rock never cut with speed 

And he gets skied until his nose would bleed 

And that was just one weakness, I must admit 

Is that when he took a hit he could never quit 

Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day 

When the crazy thing happened along the way 

You know he started to base at a hell of a pace 

And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face 

For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones 

Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone 

He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone 

Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone 

Turnin' blue in the face by holdin' his breath 

With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest 

But then he tried to stop but it never worked 

And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk 

Just to break it all down, you know he's not very slick 

Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick 

He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife 

And basing cocaine made him lose his life 

Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay 

And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away 

In a blaze of glory in his own territory 

8 million sad but all real stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

8 million stories, 8 million stories 

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Get down to the funky sound 

Get down to the funky sound 

Get down to the funky sound, get down, d-d-down