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letra de city we from - cj fly & conway the machine

[intro]
statik selektah

[chorus: cj fly & conway the machine]
city we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
talk sh-t, get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
lifestyle you live made up (yeah), never give ’em strange looks
you might be in danger (machine, b-tch), don’t do well with strangers

[verse 1: conway the machine]
look, shoot first, i don’t talk much (uh-uh)
f-ck a drive-by, my shooters doing walk-ups (brr)
plastic scalpel from the infirmary leave you scarred up (facts)
leave that p-ssy n-gga in the yard with his jaw cut
still in the kitchen making raw flip (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 (brr)
yeah, i do this for real, n-gga (for real, n-gga)
yeah, i do this sh-t for all my real n-ggas (what’s poppin’?)
yeah, stay in your lane you just a lil’ n-gga (a lil’ boy)
f-ck around and get your sh-t peeled, n-gga (boom-boom)
i’m in the streets waist deep (i’m out here)
forty on my waist make your face leak (what’s good, n-gga?)
i don’t talk much i let the k speak (not at all)
i ain’t hard to find, p-ssy, i’m on may street (haa)

[chorus: cj fly]
city we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
talk sh-t get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
lifestyle you live made up, never give ’em strange looks
you might be in danger, don’t do well with strangers
city we from made us, shooters keep the thang tucked
talk sh-t get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
lifestyle you live made up, never give ’em strange looks
you might be in danger, don’t do well with strangers (fly)

[verse 2: cj fly]
couldn’t be alone when they was givin’ buck fifties (nah)
tucked bl!cky ready just in case someone would f-ck with me
luckily they was judging me just by my company
crust sticky gotta keep the grip, you can’t be caught slippin’ (nope)
you’ll see you in great danger when you in the coffin (too late)
actions are louder than words and i ain’t one for talkin’ (shh)
my shooter always got his thang like he’s a fan of lauren
don’t practice valkyrie but somehow we still got to hawkin’ (fly)
ain’t about money, we can’t talk, i got no time for nonsense (nah)
no make me have to tell a shotta dem fi fly a foreign (p-ssy)
real rude boys, different with the bredren (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 on you n-ggas still walk on egg sh-lls
cali weed and new york oxygen is what i exhale
my lines always go over your head just like some chemtrails (fly)

- cj fly conway the machine

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