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Abn Usa - In My City Lyrics

[Hook: Z-Ro] x2
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)
It's the things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)

[Verse 1 : Z-Ro]
I bet you wanna know what's on my mind when I be slidin' by
Mean muggin', relievin' some of this stress
Don't fuck with me, you'll get this beam cousin
'N I ain't tryina' look in the rearview, cause if I done passed it
It's forward march, tired of livin' in the past bitch
Wearin' pain like it's cologne, but y'all niggas tell me to be strong
But y'all niggas don't even know what the fuck is really goin' on
I am the Don Dada, searchin' for my throne, I reign someday
Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday
I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up
Life is so fuckin' hard Jesus, will it ever soften up?
I'm tired of cryin' tears in my eyes, when I roll through
And I trust nobody, that's why I act like I don't know you fools
Y'all niggas might fuck around and jack your dog
That's the reason why when we be chillin', my pistol still up in my palm
'Cause I done seen some fucked up shit at the red light
Quickly pass on, get my ass on, and keep my head right

[Hook: Z-Ro] x2
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)
It's the things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)
[Verse 2 : Lil Boss Hogg]
I'm on a gangsta roll, in my two do' Regal
With fo' 12's in my trunk, that'll bump like a beetle
Under the seat is the Desert Eagle, for you and your people
Think you seen it the first time, this ain't nothin' but a sequel
Niggas is hatin', my D's keep skatin', my plates stay scrapin'
I get most of my product from Eses and Jamaicans
Bandana's on my left antenna, hand cannon standin'
The scene is abandoned when the first shot is fired and landed
Two deep, slidin' my mask on, ready to get my blast on
Creepin' on cowards, cocked up in a Coupe, gettin' my sag on
Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on
Me and a couple of loc niggas, up in a rag Rome'
Five deuce and six zones, six treys and six fo's
DMG B's, down moves, tree tops, and windows
Penitentiary poems on fo' do's, dippin' in low low's
Finger fuckin' my fo' fo', on a bitch made nigga fo' do'

[Hook: Z-Ro] x2
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)
It's the things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)

[Verse 3 : Trae]
Trae
Slow mo'in' on the block, Vogues glide so gangsta
Trunk bangin' and screens rainin', let my top down tailored
Nothin' but money to make, but I slide through the west
I'm a Asshole for life, and plus I be equipped for the plex
I got my mug on, mind frame on leave me alone
I ain't gotta explain shit, nigga, so get the fuck on
I'm peepin' the game, just like my brother would say:
If you keep them roaches away, you live to see another day
I had a hater watchin' me (What happened to that boy?)
I caught him slippin', and commenced to clappin' through that boy
I'm in a gangsta-fied zone, tryin' to get my grind on
And if I can't, fuck it, I'ma invest in breakin' up zones
From the bottom to the top, from the top back to the bottom
Whatever they want, whatever they need, just know I got 'em
Ain't no slowin' down my hustle with the block dried out
I'ma bleed every section until the block bleed out
[Hook: Z-Ro] x4
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)
It's the things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by in my city
(In my city)