Police*radio (humming)* (you-god)


falling red, dawn without, warning or beef Late
night city life in, the dark manhattan fog creep, Wit
cats and dogs become meat All
that is sacred My
body lay naked Aching
for some weeks maybe, it was a hostage taken Some
money making jamaican High
for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly kicked, his bloody face in Maybe
he was mistaken for some great man In
a dirty place he lay in a gray basement Shaking
his scabs crack, bag stabbed, up four times strong, With!
a long rusty jason Dumped
the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage In
this mad man hell he laid in Logical
was hatred Some
replacement killer came through left, small traces Engraved
his chest Left
him for death Left
him on his last breath Crawling
just, to make a statement (hu hu huh) In
this matrix Subconsciously
gazing the soft shell of a man Somehow
found amazing, By!
the department of sanitation Under
city lights to the hospital Hit
him with the chest rockers shockers, Pop
him open just to keep his heart racing (clear) [Chorus

he make it Will?
he survive Terror?
in his eyes Night
the city cries Payback
is crime He
damn near died Banished
my wounds not mine The
city cries drama, ride Guns
out the window slide, Before
me now the city cries (you-god)


for months (Beep Beep) Deep
in coma shock When
you awoke it, was hope Dry
throat Choking
off tools being, fed ice cubes Pain
in you head Change
of the bed Doped
up and soaking while police on top Doctors
monitor your heart (heart beating) Sergeant
bilko came in with some zombie a cops** What
we have here the chief embraces In
his hands he pulls out two briefcases A
picture popped up on computer One
woman one, man sharpshooter, He
asked you do you remember these two faces Mind?
you you're blind completely, hung out to dry victimized, Violated
as if you was raped What
the hell You
escape well Police
investigated the scene Scrape
the crime scene Down
to the bone panel While
you lay frail in the enamel Under
you nails in the scuffle You
scratched some dna samples that match The
blood on your clothes are not yours it, was his Right
before you blacked out took, that blow In
september you, can't remember You
ripped his nose ring Right
out his nose Before
he took it four times in the ribs But
somehow he lived from
>the little bit of blood you grabbed His
skin type you, ran it back to forensic labs Your
finger prints popped up This
is where it begins Your
street name was henry the saint Staten
islands where your crib was at Park
hill project was your outlet You
was a target Or
organized outfit Not
by the mafia this, where it get chills Your
wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money
fund drill Booby
trapped perhaps Left
his food for the rats Now

you make it Will?
you survive Terror?
in your eyes Night
the city cries Payback
is crime You
damn near died Bandaged
by wounds not mine The
city cries drama, ride Guns
out the window slide Before
me now the city cries (you-god)


cops weakness Was
heroic he, exposed pieces Leaked
out information On
surveillance where his wife was staying Police
tracked her down Blood
hound on the east side of town In
some skyscraper They
had video tapes of her And
some p star*** fling her, and the next door neighbor And
the killer with the nose ring But
the police didn't have a case Cause
the victim couldn't remember a thing Not
even a face He
had to clear his name He
bit off more than he could chew His
absent minded flash backs grew And
grew to hate He
had to escape To
icu On
the second day he came through He
concocted the impossible The
psych slipped out the cuffs Somehow
killed to armed guards (bang bang), Grabbed
their guns Before
he fled the hospital slivers, into the night If
police hunting was right Hes
seeking for justice Off
point bulletin On
a black male jamaican Meanwhile
a dark lookable crook Is
in a alleyway for retaliation A
limo pulled across the street from a gas station He
saw his wife And
the n anusthat knifed him He
wanted to mash him He
was real patient A
devilish growl sensation And
the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of
betrayal murder, revenge B
h***that set you up will get hers in the end In
the hall of the lobby floor Security
on post Got
gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast Now
he slipped past the video cameras undetected To
the 25th floor Apartment
504 When
he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said She
cracked it open her, reply I thought you was dead In
a matter of seconds and inches The
door was hanging off the hinges (crash) Her
eyes met the metal She
screamed oh my god Out
the back room the killer with the nose ring Smashed
the n anusin the head with a porcelain vase Shots
ricochet like lightning roads Put
the bimbo in arms The
drapes caught on fire with, no alarm They
crashed out the window but, they somehow held on Dangling
from a hundred stories high Don't
doubt him Will
he make it Continued?
next album [Chorus

he make it Will?
he survive Terror?
in his eyes Night
the city cries Payback
is crime He
damn near died Bandaged
by wounds not mine The
city cries drama, ride Guns
out the window slide Golden...

arm is as good as his reputation says With
his bare hands he stood all of us off And
if he had weapons Golden...

arm never uses weapons Says
he doesnt't't need them He
says using his bare arms is the best And
he's probably right Nobodys
beaten him yet Just
using his arms he beat us all then We
had no chance He
had us cold
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Night The City Cried Lyrics

U-god – Night The City Cried Lyrics