Artist: Joe Mafia f/ Treasurer Album: This One Song: City Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Treasurer] City, yeah, it's what they call me C-I-T-Y, C I Told Ya'll, see? [Joe Mafia] Straight off the gate, dig it, I'm lying to the bone grisstle Miss me with the bullshit, nigga it's official Rock blocks, hold big shit on the humbug Get a slug up in your mug, it's our slum I do this for the love, real recognize real In the clutch, get fucked up, my click max mill Yeah, I got that throat throat, it's all about the dough Fuck so so, niggas ain't stopping my flow, it's real Ready to die, let a nigga fly on my own two Wu-Syndica' affiliate, and I done gon' through Hades, to make these, bitch ass niggas flip Like they on the trapez', straight g's Pimps to russle hustle, accustomed, strictly biz You a customer, I'm done fucking with them Came through and do a Thug War in '99 For me, it's rhyme or crime, I'mma stay on my grind, jack [Chorus 2X] [Joe Mafia] Model come swallowing chicks, my motto is this I'm guaranteed to eat, why rift, handle beef discreate Roll dirty in whips, with us, some extra clip shit High powered equipment, dig it? 58 West, Diamond Street, see I told ya'll Lame cats, I'm taking it back, crushing ya'll corn balls Niggas putting shit in the game, listen closely Keep your mouth shut, or get fucked up, approaching me We can handle it on the mic, or cock hammer shit Rock this on the block, when you mopping our gorilla whips You ain't a killa, popping all that, really I'm too city, matter of fact, I keep a wolf pack with me Blood thirsty, VA to CA New Yitty to Jersey, ATL bubbling South Cack, you heard me, I'm all over this shit Global thug politics, what's popping my nigga? [Chorus 2X] [Joe Mafia] For the p's, dope, coke and big guns Ghetto, blow smoke in my lungs, don't get it fucked up I rep S-U-Double F-O, VA's finest One thug, TKO, mind poling minor Doing it once again, we back ya'll Black Lotus, got that mack to ya'll, pleasing my nigga P.R. Rest in peace to Chilly Moe, city ass, fly cats Dirty dancing with masses in mansion That's it, yo, a hundred and ten, and wont bend Cash Rules, keep a butter smooth blend, we rude G5 wagons and Bentley's, six hundred tinted Benzy's Navigators, Impalas and Volvo's [Chorus 2X]