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Heart of my City
Jon Connor
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I'm from deep in the state line, niggas doing state time
Niggas get cooked, keep the oven on their waistline
Niggas live for the minute until they gotta face time
I'm from the thugs and the criminals, bump with their system up
Come round here, stunt, roll with your windows up
Roll with your niggaroes, that's if they living though
I'm from the city where the brothers dying
Babies and the mothers crying, niggas get their hustle on
Keep snow in the summertime, niggas try to come up
Night to sun up, it's another grind
I'm from where niggas look at drama different
No talking, no politicing
Niggas bring the heat that make you wish you was in mama kitchen
You done talked that big shit, nah, this ain't the time for bitching
This is the heart of my city, raise your hands if you with me
You in the hood, then holla, goddamn, them squaders
Throw your hands in the air if you feel what I'm saying
If you don't know where the spot is, keep your hands in your pockets
I'm from the 'caine and the drug spots, liquor stores, thug spots
Niggas ain't tripping, got them thangs in the glove box
If a nigga timid and he scared, then his gun's not
I'm from the single parent mama home
I'm from where your father gone
I'm from where niggas ankles got a collar on
Niggas on the order flipping quarters, keep the water on
I'm from the part of Michigan most folks don't wanna come round
Parties get shot up, clubs get shut down
Niggas get locked up and then victims get found
I'm from the snakes and the big dogs, niggas will hit y'all
I'm from where niggas get killed and cases don't get solved
Nigga, keep your mouth shut if you ain't involved
This is the heart of my city, raise your hands if you with me
You in the hood, then holla, goddamn, them squaders
Throw your hands in the air if you feel what I'm saying
If you don't know where the spot is, keep your hands in your pockets
Nigga, I'm bringing the hood back, dogs in my hood cats
Dealers, hustlers, goody girls and hood rats
Niggas down south to the west coast where Suge at
My street people love this, how we grew up shit
Illegal substance, '83 Cutlass
Them niggas there be the wrong niggas to fuck with
I'm from white tees, wave caps, OZ, slang that
This ain't a rap, nigga, this where I stayed at
Where I'm making sure Shantel and my mama ain't at
This that back home shit, niggas that's gone shit
I remember y'all, Ronnie, Petey and Little Joe shit
My niggas, we here, stand up, let's get it on, yeah
This is the heart of my city, raise your hands if you with me
You in the hood, then holla, goddamn, them squaders
Throw your hands in the air if you feel what I'm saying
If you don't know where the spot is, keep your hands in your pockets