Anything pass a fiat
Might not be academic, but we very street smart
Half a thing twice before you come a exhaust
Inna the gangster city, the real thug city
So things ain't pretty, it's a slum around here
But we live transport, never run around here
And even the police wait for come around here
Inna the gangster city, the real thug city
Your mouth a something you can't run around here
In farmer, you get a life done around here
Pretty thief, now we beat a lot of jam around here
So things deep inna the city, but though the place flat
We don't be in town, which I'm a worse than a priest