City of God

Interviewer: «Well, how long have you worked here?»
Francis Bacon: «I've been here for years, about 23 years. And it’s a kind of
dump that nobody else would want, but I can work here.»
ZZ on the beat
ZZ on the beat
Gremlin
ZZ on the beat
So you might not make it
I, I, I don’t fraternize
Medusa stay all in ya eye
When we hit the scene, bitch we petrify
Came straight out the city of god
White be the bankroll, bandana tie
I can’t pussy-foot, I like to max out
When I’m stressed out I bring the pack out
Take them cans back where we got put out
Damn, put that addy in the Rémy I can’t pass out
All these bitches love me, yea they like to lash out
Fuck that bitch so good, yea I knocked a lash out
Young nigga strapped up like the task force
All-black, goddamn, thats a
Knock your head off, you ain’t even ask for it
Tell me why you niggas wanna be mad fo'
Pop a orange and I get to scrimmage
Doc used to give my little brother Ritalin
You forgot to know that, but I really didn’t
Then that nigga get to shootin' like he Pippen
Left money in the ATM twice, damn
So high, I caught myself slippin'
Fuck the bitch so good she sent a postcard
Rock the Delsey good like a Goyard
Pussy so wet, a gangsta sonar
Wildcard bitches! Yeehaw!