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“City We From” Lyrics by CJ Fly & Conway The Machine

“City We From”

album: “Rudebwoy” (2020)

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City we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
Talk shit, get your face snuffed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up (Yeah), never give ’em strange looks
You might be in danger (Machine, bitch), I don’t do well with strangers

Look, shoot first, I don’t talk much (Uh-uh)
Fuck a drive-by, my shooters doing walk-ups (Brr)
Plastic scalpel from the infirmary leave you scarred up (Facts)
Leave that pussy nigga in the yard with his jaw cut, uh (Hold that, nigga)
Still in the kitchen making raw fluff (Woo)
Moved back to the hood, I feel we lost touch (Hahahaha)
Talk to me crazy, get your jaw snuffed
A hundred shots popping if you cross us, yeah (Brr)
I do this for real, nigga, yeah (For real, nigga)
I do this shit for all my real niggas, yeah (What’s poppin’?)
Stay in your lane, you just a lil’ nigga (A lil’ boy)
Fuck around and get your shit peeled, nigga (Boom-boom)
I’m in the streets waist-deep (I’m out here)
Forty on my waist make your face leak (What’s good, nigga?)
I don’t talk much, I let the K speak (Not at all)
I ain’t hard to find, pussy, I’m on May Street (Hah)

City we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
Talk shit get your face snuffed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up, never give ’em strange looks
You might be in danger, I don’t do well with strangers
City we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
Talk shit get your face snuffed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up, never give ’em strange looks
You might be in danger, I don’t do well with strangers (Fly)

Couldn’t be a loan when they was givin’ buck fifties (Nah)
Tucked blicky ready just in case someone would fuck with me
Luckily they was judging me just by my company
Crush sticky, gotta keep the grip, you can’t be caught slippin’ (Nope)
You’ll see you in grave danger when you in a coffin (Too late)
Actions are louder than words and I ain’t one for talkin’ (Shh)
My shooter always got that thang like he’s a fan of Lauryn
Don’t practice falconry but somehow we still got the hawk in (Fly)
Ain’t about money, we can’t talk, I got no time for nonsense (Nah)
Don’t make me haffi tell a shotta dem fi fly a foreign (Pussy)
Real rude boys, different with the warring (Uh-huh)
Don’t like repeating myself, so just take this as a warning
Used to love the chirp, my first phone was a Nextel (Brr)
I wanna hatch, and you niggas still walk on eggshells
Cali weed and New York oxygen is what I exhale
My lines always go over your head just like some chemtrails (Fly)

City we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
Talk shit get your face snuffed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up, never give ’em strange looks
You might be in danger, I don’t do well with strangers
City we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
Talk shit get your face snuffed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up, never give ’em strange looks
You might be in danger, I don’t do well with strangers

 

Writer(s): Demond Price, Pacal Bayley, Jan Richard Branicki, Stephen Paul Banik, Chaine Downer, Patrick Baril, Jason Paul Kempen

 

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