Tekst:
City Sleeps Catch Me

me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me

earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to

ephemeral style A melancholy town where we never smile And all I wanna hear is the message beep My dreams, they gotta catch me, 'cos I don't get sleep

me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that my little aliens, yeah We come to your city, can they really put it on down with the pistol? Can you feel me, feel me

I will be there Always waiting Waiting for you To let me inside Where your fire burns In a city of angels Just like a river rushing straight into the

Yeah, Brick City Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin

Me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe The fire we born in Catching rides to the outskirts Tying faith between our teeth Sleeping

Busters to front on me A Bible in my pocket I'm walkin' like it's a gun on me So when I catch a Fed they know to put more than one on me Fear No Evil,

rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus