City On The Map Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Daringer, the f*ck, nigga?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, this for them niggas gettin' Jew money
Every time they step on the ave, get they chef on, uh
Say, "Mazel tov," before they step on the glass (Hahaha)
Get their stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh (Brr)
My shorts ready made, Just Don collab (Ah)
I'll probably be in your projects with all my ice out (Yeah)
Run up, one of my youngins gon' put your lights out (Brr, brr)
f*ck what you write 'bout, I know what your life 'bout (p*ssy)
Free my dawg, he spin the yard with his knife out (Free my niggas)
Yeah, we came a long way from pushin' grams (Uh-huh)
Say what you want, but you can't say I ever took the stand, uh (Never)
I knew he was p*ssy when I shook his hand (Cat)
If we can't get to him, then we gon' cook his mans (Brr)
For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram (Whip up)
I'm sittin' back, I'm blowin' on a Cookie strand, huh (Smokin')
We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear (Yeah)
Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier

[Chorus: Conway the Machine and 50 Cent]
Ah, I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' (Yeah)
So you already know the way them checks lookin', (We eatin')
Yeah, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map (Yeah, see what I did)
Next tour's a quarter mil' run (We eatin', uh-huh) They hated on the team, but we still won (Hah)
Uh, I put the city on my back (Yeah)
Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I'm a a student, I mean I do my homework
No ski mask, put in my own work
I do, do my homework
I do, I do put in my own work
Valedictorian, bulletproof Delorean (Yeah)
My windows thick like twenty-four hour stores
Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors (Uh-huh)
It's rare that I'm wrong, I think I'm ready for war
What's up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky
I'm the coldest winter day when I'm out with the K
Chill, play it cool 'til I come and get frostbit
Let the D's find the strap in the snow after I toss it (Woo)
You f*ck around, I set your ass on fire
Hollow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin' tires
I'm up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen
Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I mean you see the way the neck's lookin'
So you already know the way them checks lookin'
Yeah, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map, yeah
Next tour's a quarter mil' run
They hated on the team, but we still won
Uh, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah

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