Cam’ron, Max B - This Is My City lyrics

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
All 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)