Sights In The City (feat. Courtney Pine & Carleen Anderson)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:09 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
One Friday, little Emmett reached his limit
School was wack, he wasn't with it
His man told him, that he could make some dough
Deliverin packages, for Mac Money Joe
So he said, "Cool, yo I need a hustle
Yo hook me up, plus I need a pistol
A .380, a two-two or a twenty-five
I'm gonna get large kid, I'm all the way live"
But he was sadly mistaken
Now he's locked up, he's doin time and he's thinkin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
One Saturday, sweet Renee ran away
Couldn't take moms yellin', didn't wanna stay
Her girl told her, that she could get quick cash
Goin' on dates, for Pimp Daddy Nash
She said, "Well I don't know, I gotta meet him
You say he's fly, mmm, I gotta see him"
The next thing you know she's out late nights
Makin dollars for Nash, wearin her skirts tight
Now she's a victim of the system
Man what happened to her dreams, and her ambition?
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
Old Mr. Fillmore, he owns a grocery store
It's a small little shop, the children call him pop
But of course he keeps a shotgun, just for protection
Cause he's got a little grandson
On Sunday, while he was there cleanin
He heard the front door slam, a lady screamin'
He grabbed the shotty and walked out from the back
All he saw was two kids, wearin black ski masks
He fired, they fired, all at the same time
Now there's a funeral Wednesday at quarter to nine
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
In the city. in the city. in the city. in the city
In the city. in the city. in the city. in the city
In the city. in the city. in the city. in the city
Many sights and sounds in the city
KnowhatI'msayin? People dyin, innocent victims
The babies ain't got no future
What are we gon' do? Brothers can't make a buck
Mmm, just some of the sights and sounds, that's all
Guess I'm just gonna get mine
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
One Friday, little Emmett reached his limit
School was wack, he wasn't with it
His man told him, that he could make some dough
Deliverin packages, for Mac Money Joe
So he said, "Cool, yo I need a hustle
Yo hook me up, plus I need a pistol
A .380, a two-two or a twenty-five
I'm gonna get large kid, I'm all the way live"
But he was sadly mistaken
Now he's locked up, he's doin time and he's thinkin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
One Saturday, sweet Renee ran away
Couldn't take moms yellin', didn't wanna stay
Her girl told her, that she could get quick cash
Goin' on dates, for Pimp Daddy Nash
She said, "Well I don't know, I gotta meet him
You say he's fly, mmm, I gotta see him"
The next thing you know she's out late nights
Makin dollars for Nash, wearin her skirts tight
Now she's a victim of the system
Man what happened to her dreams, and her ambition?
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
Old Mr. Fillmore, he owns a grocery store
It's a small little shop, the children call him pop
But of course he keeps a shotgun, just for protection
Cause he's got a little grandson
On Sunday, while he was there cleanin
He heard the front door slam, a lady screamin'
He grabbed the shotty and walked out from the back
All he saw was two kids, wearin black ski masks
He fired, they fired, all at the same time
Now there's a funeral Wednesday at quarter to nine
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin' in the city
In the city. in the city. in the city. in the city
In the city. in the city. in the city. in the city
In the city. in the city. in the city. in the city
Many sights and sounds in the city
KnowhatI'msayin? People dyin, innocent victims
The babies ain't got no future
What are we gon' do? Brothers can't make a buck
Mmm, just some of the sights and sounds, that's all
Guess I'm just gonna get mine