[Intro: Max B]
This is my city, my city
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
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?
[Chorus: Max B]
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)
This is my city, my city
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
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?
[Chorus: Max B]
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)
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