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This is my city, my city Who ever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions? 101 West, you should've seen my building 139 Park, started off as children Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him That's what I heard, please don't get in ya feelings When the time's right I will tell you about these villains And everybody dead, so it ain't about squealin' Weapons we conceal 'em, need be, reveal 'em Fly, nah, fly traps was hangin' from the ceiling Milk and Giz was chillin', me and Biz was illin' Love my hood but to make it out, woo, what a feeling I couldn't sleep at night, in my bed I would keep a knife Until I got a gun, where I'm from they ain't believe in life Cops come readin' rights, but we ain't the readin' type You don't need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes Goddamn, you got to feel me brother On my block, best friends they kill each other No slouch or homicide to vouch ya How I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya? Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah) Keep, keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top Letras de cancionesAll of us, all of us, all of us This is my city (This is my city, Harlem) Uh, yo, Reggie White took me on my first stick up 15 years old, can't front I caught the hiccups Told me calm down, then proceed to click up Thought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up 8th Ave, dipped up, in my waist the grip tucked Told me keep my lips shut I ever get picked up I said before that you'll find me with my wrist cut Just wanted to chill, now in this shit I'm mixed up You know Max B, I call him Charlie Rambo Lived in the same building, you would call a bando Outside more gunshots than Commando That's why I had to treat myself to Porsches, Lambos Pardon, I get emotional It's all real, none of it is promotional Just wanted to play basketball and have an ocean view But when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do? Fast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex Son just born, formula by the Pyrex Liquidated money, the drugs from them big checks Been solidified way before Dipset No disrespect to the brotherhood They're my brothers, but brother I'm from another hood Where it ain't fair, like Blair they leave you under wood Old money go missin', shots where ya mother stood Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah) Keep keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top All of us, all of us, all of us (This is my city, this is my city, Harlem) Keep risin' to the top, keep risin' to the top (Keep risin' to the top) Now, usually, I don't do this but, uh Let's break 'em off with a sample of the remix (Keep risin' to the top) From Letras Mania