Tony D (a.k.a. Harvee Wallbangar) - sh**ty Ina City lyrics

Published

0 82 0

Tony D (a.k.a. Harvee Wallbangar) - sh**ty Ina City lyrics

[Intro: Wise Intelligent] Dis' one dedicate! For every ghetto inna' debt Mr Wise talkin' Watch it! [Hook: Wise Intelligent] If.. You got the saviour for flavor If.. You've got that pa**ion for fashion f** what you think if your a** in the streets Just come on down and.. Peep this [Verse 1: Wise Intelligent] Rap That Some sh** i love A black slang cat This inner-city dub Another brother dies in the ghetto tonight But none does it matter cos' his skin wasn't white And every interview they ask me how do i do? Living on the inner-citys worst avenues Glocks co*kin' n***as clockin' Do' cos' they po' so they got to slang the rock and.. f** it Duck it if they bust it Kids play the rest out with the vest and can't trust it And i hope that if your looking You can get the goods-in-the-hood-in a second Anything from crack to smif n wessun Trub slum name brand gun Word to genocide black lives go none Lickle slave trader listen up you scum Got rich off our labour, then ditched us in slums Got to let you know that I'm not getting where I'm kicking this Project music.. if thats what it is! Turn your TV up when my videos on Let your woofers pump when this sh** is in your car But watch that of cop! They can get real sh**ty, if you come where I'm from some f**ed inner-city Yeah, watch that of cop! They can get real sh**ty, if you come where I'm from some f**ed inner-city [Hook: Wise Intelligent] If.. You on the corner and slanging If.. Your into drive-by's and banging Put down your gun take a look at the slum n***as stop yo' madness If you've got that Glock and your co*kin' If you've got that fusie for uzi's Put down your gun take a look at the slum n***a stop yo' madness [Verse 2: Wise Intelligent] 4 albums out and still po' Just thought i'd let you know Not to ask me for sh** Rumours still living in the projects sisters spending with cheques And pon pon crack The inner-city make me gwarn mad G looking for my dad-y Try bust some lead in his a** see Thinking as i lie down on this mattress Saying to myself i'll never grab another package So i write rhymes, bite rhymes. No lie! Word em up to the slum, someones .. gotta die But hold up Mr. Wise you know you got to stop the k**ing Besides that your a teacher and the gods are known for building Well if i said Something that me people don' Like! Forget about the records put the teachers pon' strike! It's strictly inner-city gun shot to ya chest Cos' someone gotta add-ress that.. mad-ness And i don't think it's you because you haven't just yet And em all up in ma vest because my lyrics is fresh I comin' out de house sisters smoking at the round I smack a crack pipe & her life on the ground It's living like that and nuh i don't want your pity Just leave me to be in my sh**ty inna-city See it's living like that, we don't want your pity Just leave me to be in this sh**ty inna-city [Hook: Wise Intelligent] If.. You've got the savior for flavour And.. You've got that pa**ion for fashion f** what you think if your a** in the streets Just come on down and peep this If you on the corner and slangin' If you into drive-by's and bangin' f** what you think f** f** f** what you think [Verse 3: Wise Intelligent UZI-does it Nuttin' but gun talk Remains of brothers brains stain the side-walk I'll never be ever going out that route Cos' if the guns not in my pocket, it won't come out my mouth n***as.. die When they name pop out Glock justlin' You never did really pop one shot and now your dead! Upon the road ya head drop ere' dis! Dat what you give up wit' ya talkin' chat But you know summin' Inner-city's don't pity none You talk bout' the gun and die by one Inner-city schools dat are is where i live Kids give less than sh** about whats positive You, must be a duppy or a gunman I man no find out yet So watch again Pewe pewe peee Awa awa arrr Tuwi tuwi teee Dat of New Jersey Versatile, wicked wild pick a style, it's done! Hardly uman, gonna' do me sumptin' You got treat sh**ty cos' you that itty-bitty Ain't spend one penny in no-body's inner-city O-rigional dope and digital slang chat black style This sh** so dope and deadly it should come in crack vowels But how!, wicked can it be, listen me If things are gonna' change for the black family It takes a pretty penny, and these pennies ain't pretty For no welfare mommy in this sh**ty inna-city It takes a pretty penny, and these pennies ain't pretty For no welfare mommy in my sh**ty inna-city