Master p singing:



Tru niggas love weed and hoes



Silkk talking:



Yeah nigga

Shit's real in the streets.

Shit's real in the city.

Everybody out there.

Ya'll know it's real. (whomp!)

Tell em how we live in the city.



Verse 1 (fiend) :



Fuck excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense

I aint had shit, it's a new orleansas ax accent

Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word

Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb

Nerve, my word sent in my earb,

Getting excited to make your money what its worth

Nigga act like you aint heard, sleepy eye is the tone

Get it on jones, about to bring it own home

Ship me then i'm gone, workin best for the loan

Started with a song, longer money and roam

Fuck anything wrong, you certified gone

I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose



Chorus: ( fiend)



It's dangerous in our city

Nobody can tame us in our city

You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city

Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me



It's dangerous in our city

Nobody can tame us in our city

You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city

Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me



Verse 2: (silkk)



I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats

The drama don't stop thats why i cock at least two heat

All with the slang, all my niggas deep in the game

We keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that i claim

Nigga i'm just so bad, i rob a bank with no mask







Amung killers and dealers all my niggas about that toe tag

The life style i live nigga is so fast,

If the rap ever stop