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The System Heart Beat Of The City

,hair always fresh Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan With their systems

Together with my honey like silk to sew We grow and take you back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got

God Almighty It could be Allah Jesus Krishna Buddha Aphrodite It could be nefretire come hear me you never fear me It's like at some point in your life you gonna have to hear

ride clean White Cutlass with the beat down system All black Cadillac, Pirellis on the tires Flip flop candy paint, the bitches goin' wild My engine got a Hemi, you can hear

do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City

, I'll use any old ride Drive, drive, drive, drive Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive Cars slide by with the booming system Like New York is Fallujah

shit you heard in your life Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in your Area Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin' you I'm hearin' ya

em, there's no need to diss em The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates

get worried I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit And find happiness before I hit thirty OK, OK, I've said too much I wear my heart on my