This is a song about "Realest niggas in the city moist"

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

With my niggas in the back

Twista finna get up on the track

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

News flash: concern in the city,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow