Uh oh, look @ what you got
A nigga gettin' money from the muthafuckin' block
In the city, the city put it's hands on me
This is where in from, put a stamp on me
The city, reppin' my side til I die,
These bastards can't figure out why, I ride for my city
My city is a hustle in itself from the block
To the top get ya wealth. My city (echo)
1. Yeah this the city, you say the wrong word they'll cut ya throat.
2. We go thru life wit a i'on't give a fuck approach.
3. Nice frames but if niggas comin' cuff em bro
4. This ain't New York but niggas paid bills for them Buffalos
5. Fuck wit hoes that like candy, only up the nose.
6. And our bottles all pink cause we fuck wit Rose.
7. Ya team straight but ya team can't fuck wit Ro's
8. Red & green G's from my feet to my fuckin' clothes,
9. Fuck the po's & potholes they both somethin' savage,
10. Hit one now my muffler draggin' like Puff the magic
11. We puff the magic whip the Benz like it's a Cutlass classic,
12. And I ain't hit ya baby momma cause that come wit baggage
13. As luck would have it, the money tends to come with status,
14. The only cheese you gettin', is Fumunda damn it.
15. If there was a time, this a be the one to panic,
16. My niggas tend to be above you niggas under average.
*Hook*
Uh oh, look @ what you got
A nigga gettin' money from the muthafuckin' block
In the city, the city put it's hands on me
This is where in from, put a stamp on me
The city, reppin' my side til I die,
These bastards can't figure out why, I ride for my city
My city is a hustle in itself from the block
To the top get ya wealth. My city (echo)
1. Rock city, rock wit me, niggas know
2. The blocks in me, got envy. Hey.
3. They popped wheelies, came thru popped Willie.
4. Will they tell the boys? nope. Niggas not willin'.
5. Not snitchin' you get caught you was not wit me,
6. The crackheads singin' even though they not Whitney,
7. I'm chilly. Y'all not really.
8. Somebody asked me for my thoughts, this is my penny.
9. Semi, auto, fully auto blastin'
10. And we don't care what the Mayor did off in that mansion.
11. Askin' for somethin' might get you what you was lookin' for
12. And lookin' too long might get somethin' tooken off.
13. Arm legga legga arm head amputated
14. Especially if ya name found on a affidavit.
15. Save it, them city boys ain't nothin' to play wit
16. They told me I would never find my way but I made it out the city.
The multi-talented Roland “Ro Spit” Coit started at the roots deejaying parties across the Metro Detroit area including the
iconic St. Andrews/The Shelter, eventually grasping the sound hip hop crowds love to hear. Amidst his deejay sets, Coit wrote rhymes as well, a testament to his insatiable work ethic. His launch-pad arrived in the form of his cousin, One Be Lo....more