------------------2 CITIES-----------------
J$: Hey Red let's tell em a tale.
RED: A tale about what g?
J$: A tale of 2 cities.
RED: Aight. Grab the mic an start it off....
=HOOK=
J$:
This is the tale of two cities
This tale ain't too pretty
2 Lifes that met up
When life got fed up
An 2 individuals messed up
Now keepin they heads up
RED:
J-Money an Tayla
Stackin that paypa
An fuckin off hatas
So best say ya prayas
To niggas we gangstas
An bitches we playas.
=VERSE 1-RED=
Salt Lake City
This city is the first
Grab some 3-2 beer
If ya wanna quench ya thirst
Ginger with the sickness
Thaz why they call me Red
I represent myself
Yeah, bitch thaz what I said
Growing up was rough
Always gettin pushed around
But it taught me to be tough
An to let myself be found
In a place full of fake fucks
Better grab ya knife an knucks
Cause the real mutha fuckas
They will fuck ya world up
Although there far an few
Best not to piss em off
Or the last thing that ya do
Could be suckin off the glock
We party round the clock
An we hustle everyday
Anything ya need
Is how we make our pay
Ya know I'm here to stay
Salt Lake City's down to ride
It's 8-0-1 for life
Yeah, thaz where I keep my pride
=HOOK=
J$:
This is the tale of two cities
This tale ain't too pretty
2 Lifes that met up
When life got fed up
An 2 individuals messed up
Now keepin they heads up
RED:
J-Money an Tayla
Stackin that paypa
An fuckin off hatas
So best say ya prayas
To niggas we gangstas
An bitches we playas.
=VERSE 2-J MONEY=
It's that 7-19 Steel City hustlas
A city full of greed ya can't get enough of
Bitches in the street an brown liquid chuggas
Parties in the hood where everybody's brothas
Gettin money in stacks that
Snap rubber bands back
If somebody talks smack
The hammer go click-clack
I'ma self-made, self-paid
Drug deala, cell paged
Southside, hellbound
Nigga that's outraged
I've been burnt like a crack pipe
On corners in black nights
A feelin in my stomach sayin somethin ain't quite right
Bitches hitttin me up on a regular
Cause they ass up when we fuck - triangular
Not everything is perfect
But for the most part it was worth it
At least it's only myself that I am hurtin
I contemplate death on a daily basis
So I get high an stay steadily wasted
Tried suicide but I see too many faces
A tale of 2 cities, that's way too common
2 locked up homies surviving on Top Raman
Decided to get feddie
With flows that is too deadly
Lyrical word play
In technical sound waves
Flows be intrusive
To few it is lucid
Our schitzophrenical view is
Jus know that we ruthless
=HOOK=
J$:
This is the tale of two cities
This tale ain't too pretty
2 Lifes that met up
When life got fed up
An 2 individuals messed up
Now keepin they heads up
RED:
J-Money an Tayla
Stackin that paypa
An fuckin off hatas
So best say ya prayas
To niggas we gangstas
An bitches we playas.
=VERSE 3-RED=
8-0-1 for life but I'm P-Town steppin
Takin plane rides like my name's George Jetson
My name is Taylor Red but it's no clique I'm reppin
When we walk into the club all the bitches checkin
Red an J-Money rockin crowds all night
Can't see us on stage 'cause our chains too bright
If hatas got beef then we quick to fight
I jus rolled a fat blunt I need a Bic to light
We came from the projects, now we hoppin straight on jets
It used to be "who's next?", now we cashin our own checks
S-2-O-P, betta know that we the best
Do or D-I-E if ya hate like all the rest
=HOOK=
J$:
This is the tale of two cities
This tale ain't too pretty
2 Lifes that met up
When life got fed up
An 2 individuals messed up
Now keepin they heads up
RED:
J-Money an Tayla
Stackin that paypa
An fuckin off hatas
So best say ya prayas
To niggas we gangstas
An bitches we playas.
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