Big City Lyrics - A Long Hot Summer - Masta Ace

[Masta Ace] 

'New York, Big City of Dreams' 

To get by, cats doing plenty of things 

It's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle 

Either it's that or you sign with Russel 

'cause nowadays an average cat can flow decent 

So in your sparetime you can go to the precinct 

Let me introduce you to some cats who won't shoot you 

Everyday they're spinnnin their pen it's so crucial 

They got kids to feed, wifes to hug 

Their jobs are so strange, their lifes above 

Look, my nigga Al had a store in his trunk 

And the place under the dash where he store his pump 

He had them white and white 'Air Force Ones' for 40 ($) 

And them iddy-biddy-kiddy ones for shorty 

He was just trying to survive to the session 

Now he's locked up for stolen goods and gun posession 

My nigga Neek had them first for cheek 

He bough a too family home and excursion jeep 

But word got around he was doing it big 

Cops ran up in his crib, now he's doing a bit 

Now Jose was making money hand over biz 

He had legimated jobs with a little bit of a twist 

Besides me and my man, I've known people 

He sold stuff too, out of the back of home deepo 

Everything from new tools to kitchen sinks 

And he was just trying to get rich as stinks 

'cause now he lost his job and his morgage due 

And he can't afford a lawyer, man law gets through, oooh 

We were lying on skeems and skams 

Just so we could realize our dreams and plans, man 

This ain't America is it? 

It don't take much for the cops to come pay you a visit 

But do what you gotta do, fuck them laws 

Life is a test you better up them scores 

Listen, I ain't trying to survive, I'm trying to life 

And here is some advise I been dying to give 

They don't care if you sell it to inner section 

Republicans run for officers when ellection 

Who's in the inner section, see my pen errecting 

This for my cats that just been effecting 

From ground sillawats, it's down steal the spots 

It won't stop untill we're down kill the cops 

It's a revolution, you believe in god, a evolution 

Either way dog, we need a resolution like Aaliyah 

A man got sentenced to a year 

And when he get out, it's another street career 

It's a vicious cycle 

For every kid who ball in the park and wish he might do 

Listen the world don't like you, but 

You better keep it moving, you better keep improving 

You love my voice, ain't it deep insolvent 

I'm saying fuck fame, I'm having a no-name 

Platinum and gold chain, and saying 

I'ma beat 'em at their own game 

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