'm representin I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder
And time will unwind with a celestial cross And the sky's in sync and aligned with itself So forget life as you know it If you wanna view life through
dresses Medusa's that'll seduce ya if ya ain't ready A city that makes few and breaks many The city I'm in's, less like the city of gold More like the city
Clue] Wooooooooooord! [Eminem] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder 'cause I ain't
from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli Him, Mos Def, all of them man I need them out here in my life It's a rainy morning in New York City
slave If the sea's my grave I sleep with my city, my people, my oath, my shame, my city Is that I cannot save my city from the waves that claim you
of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll Some nights I lose the feeling, and some nights I lose control Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance And the thunder
police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life
NYC I'm representin' I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen Big dickin', chokin' hoes with anaconda If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder
pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees But they're not dying, they're only crying, "Please" I hear the thunder
for this professional typical certified wise man From Sky to land, I'm overcoming all your schemes and plans So take cover as I rain thunder upon you
are so daily naked for all the world to see That thunderstorm in Michigan I never will forget We shook right with the thunder & with the pounding
cold outside in the middle of the summer Days fly by, night falls like lumber Cries inside of the minds of the younger The hunger scream through the city like thunder
You're callin' Blue thunder, the keepers of the streets Blue thunder, the only number that you need Blue thunder, the keepers of the beast callin' Blue thunder
M City talking through me I've never done what I set out to do Don't come to me ''cause I'll run from you Left out of life would I really care Not a
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore. A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde. Juices from the flesh of the living are bled