My City

(Verse 1: The Game)
Dodgers snapback. I’m in this Maybach strapped,
This that Dr. Dre playback rap.
Four doors, everyone got their drink in it,
On the four five in traffic, banging Snoop.
You know I’m always L.A. with it,
Gang banging, don’t play with it,
Tahoe flip with the K hit it.
This the city, ain’t no kings here.
Every hood, every gang do their thing here.

(Chorus: JRDN)
No it ain’t pretty, in my city.
It can get hot, hot, hot, in my city.
It can get gritty, in my city.
My city, my city.
My city, my city.

(Verse 2: Lazarus)
My rhyme hotter than heat out of the Kronk Gym,
Got your top ten’s ink blotted by my pen.
Slide in to the Coney with the goons after the cookout,
Dray slanging the merch, Uncle Mehmood on the lookout.
Get took out in the D, we don’t talk, we show and prove it.
We don’t just clap back with gats, we use fists, Joe Louis.
Roll through it, those nitty gritty, that’s the code we trust,
Black, white, or Arab, the Motor City is home for us.

(Verse 3: JRDN)
I’m from a place where you gotta stand tall,
Where the players play and the hustlers all ball,
And the gangsters still are the ones making all the calls.
And the fiends never leave when the work’s involved.
I’m from the city where the OGs still repping,
From the city where the big steppers keep stepping.
And most of my dawgs never leave home without a weapon,
‘Cause they don’t wanna be the ones to take a trip to heaven.

(Chorus)

(Verse 4: Fredro Starr)
I’m on the low with my New York fitted,
Two door tinted, you can die in a New York minute.
Home of Big Poppa, Brooklyn Bridge,
Got the chopper and the - going over Queensbridge.
Let’s roll through uptown, until wet hit the BX,
Where Hip Hop started. Don’t get shot, you could be next.
Reach for the stars, touch the ceiling,
Going down like when who came and crushed the buildings.

(Bridge: Azeem Haq)
This is my city. X4

(Verse 5: Azeem Haq)

Welcome to the North,
All of these kids hunting each other like it’s sport.
Survival of the fittest when you’re living in the cold,
Bodies already frozen before they hit the floor.
Look on the map at the top, it’s us,
Not many can rock with us.
Savages back on the block,
Gwop or the glock, ready or not they bustin’.
Where we ride the block hot like fire,
East side like scary movie vibes, Mike Myers.
From Scarborough to the world, like we Abel,
House of balloons flying away over the neighbours.
There’s no one like us, that’s why no one like us,
But now just like the real estate, the price up.
Man dem never front when it’s push come to shove,
Toronto state of mind, sour kush in the blunt.
Listen, I stay lifted in my Blue Jays fitted.
King of the North raised in the screw face city.
I’m in Malvern with the OGs, marvellous if you know me.
Don’t need a hammer like Thor, they know we low key.
Swinging like Joe in the ninth inning,
My city only know one thing, that’s winning.

(Chorus)