Letras:
Contact Cities

Hearts aren't really our guides. We are truly alone. 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones. Remember we used to speak. Now I'm

, bitch, you on the line Yo, this is Big Tracy and I don't give a fuck, nigga Give me some of that shit straight out of The Brick City (Brick City) For

, pockets is swollen Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up Flying through the city

fear take the hand We keep on returnin', 'cuz the lessons need learnin' Concernin', what? The fact I sing and I rap I hold this mic contact Critics

me that profit When you make contact, give me that gossip If you break contract, you'll be that hostage They gettin' busy and the city is raw Better

motherfuckers throat hanin open, I drink the blood of a street rat / He does / Yo, Monox Boogie where the weed at? I got 18 plus speed / Uh huh / cities

It's like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass mufucca Done delt witt a gang of succas as I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper

and buy y'all beer (Come) I might send over some eye contact (Come) And let you know I'm tryin' to hop on that And if you send back the eye contact

float like a nationwide sky pager Them hoes save us, talk about being play as On the real we can deal wit you play a haters We hit the spot, every city