Lyric Livin in the City

livin in the.. livin in the.. livin in the.. livin in the ci-tayyyy!
       (This what happens in the city e ryday)

[Run-D.M.C.]       The city..

c-c-livin in the ci-tayyyy!

[Run-D.M.C.]       The ci..

c, ci-c, ci-c-c-c-c-ci-tayyyy!

[D.M.C.]
From the city, although it ain t pretty
And times gettin down to the nitty gritty
The city busy, traffic tragic
Magic graphic ain t nuttin to laugh at
Poverty, robbery, larceny
Problems to me so don t bother me
with the drugs thugs I ain t got no time for that
I m too busy tryin to get another brother s, pockets fat
Stay the fuck in school, cool learn the rule
Knowledge to fuel the brain the tool
I kick info just to let you know
the rhyme gonna show you how far you can go
in the city

L-li-li-la-li, li-li-livin in the ci-tayyyy!
The ci-tayyyy!

*car tires squeal*