Intro: Boy it's some shady times out there goin' on right now. Man shit be out there you got them real niggas and them Fake niggas then you got them coochie ass niggas who say They down when they ain't down. My nigga you better get Yourself together boy 'cause this shit real! Verse 1: JT Money Where I'm from the M I A M I Young nigga got on got strong now he's too fly 'Cause of what he has in his possession A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest And a flurry of hoes Drop tops, flip-flops,? Now he don't holler at the fellas And the homies from 'round the way is gettin' jealous So they sit back and scheme Strapped with AK's, Mac10's and car beams Now what you think they gon' do? Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through So they can touch his ass But if the nigga try to buck, they gon' bust his ass +gunshots+ And fill him up with holes But that's just how shit goes, when you're ... Chorus: {Livin' in the ci-ty} {Livin' in the ci-ty}