DJ Smash - Naked City lyrics

[Produced by DJ Smash] [Verse 1: Clash The Pharaoh] They say, "Where you been? You've been missing on the latest" Well I've been practicing my craft and being in the greatest But face it, where's a young n***a even going? Type to doubt myself even on a damn drawing Trying to get some ash. But if I ever had one wish It'd be for fame and make it last, tired of being last Open the cask of montiallo and swallow all your Sins away and say mahalo. Follow Me through a wooden trap door. People always asking Me what I do this sh** for. Well let school you on some sh**, cause I don't want no damn who*e, I wanna a wife, two kids f** it lets make more, I'll buy a store Cause she's gonna get anything that she desires But not with a broke n***a so this n***a is for hire Sire please help me out, I'm in a deep hole and I cannot get out, nobody's helping so I'm curing all the gods like I'm an admin but the powers In the mods, besides what I even do for this life? I got the sh**ty hair, dark skin, squeaky voice like some mice When I was a kid I always thought this was nice, Until I saw the real world It's a street with no lights. People getting shot up on the block like This was Washington Heights. People getting racist cause they scared of the whites Tired of selling d** and being in the Po-Po's sights [Verse 2: Bracho] I'm back in the spot, the old school Harbor Block The one place where dreams and thoughts are hard to spot But things that rot tend to be filling the lots that are Right on top of the tenants who are yet to be busted or caught "Listen to cops" these thugs were all taught yet I Got my own f**ing pops busting the jaws of cops Costing his a** to get locked up by heavy locks Tossed up by heavy thoughts of freedom, causing my Mama at home to bring in my cousin Aaron Who was slinging his own co*ky act to show Only because he had to go out and blow His own time on thuggin' and crime with Homies, getting his own knees damn near dirty Trying to prove to his crew that he's the only n***a around fit for the fantasy Scarface Dream: Getting the money, getting the women, but to first get the cream First scheme was to get seen the very same night His posse came right in crystal clear sight Of an empty house they been spotting out For the last three nights so the plot is now All you see is Longos marching in the home As Aaron sits back in the car all alone Just lost in his thoughts, wondering why he put in himself In this spot, looking back at the flashing lights of cops