Jon Murdock, Ricky Fitz - Rap City lyrics

(yeah)
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
(No sympathy at all man)
Because I'm easy come, easy go
(Foundation shit) little high, little low
(Shit's too easy man) Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me (Shit ain't
Hard at all man, doesn't really matter man
It's not hard at all man) , to me
(Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Foundation
2004 shit, listen up yo, yo)

My Foundation squad is the sickest to rip
Jon Murdock, burn your block
Then I dip with the clip
'04, flow raw, you need to stick to your shit
We come equipped
Running with the hidden snub in the whip
Hit the gas pedal, half level
Speed below sixty
Riding with a pound of weed so
The cops wouldn't get me
Steady machete to every MC
Who thinking we petty
Medley deadly, ready to empty
Look my semi is edgy
Downshift the Kawasaki to second
To hit corners
Shift up to third, sock in my shoe
I just bought 'em
Can't smudge 'em, come with the gunmen
Erupt public
Cause a scene, punch a drunk who was buggin'
Wilding for nothin' put a gun to his head
Pulled the trig he's dead, look
It doesn't really matter
Wiped the gun and I fled
Pitch shift, slight sequence
My hi hat was peakin'
Turn it down, surround sound
That's how I fuck you up frequent
Motherfucker
Mama (yeah, Foundation) just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on (Carry on) , carry on
(yeah, doesn't really matter
Yo fetch me that pen
Over there) as if nothing really matters
(yeah that one right there
I gotta write something)

Dear Mama, yo I killed a man and shot him
In his face, yo, I killed a man
Had to do it, he was out for my cream
And it wasn't even my money
I was just sixteen
Had to get paid in illegal ways
Running some yay
Fetch a couple pounds upstate that be the day
My whole life was changed
One simple homicide
Simply lead to more killings, more homicide
I can't lie, I earned like ten more tears
Under my eyes and ain't started to cry
Releasing pain through a page
Writing rhymes in a daze
Clutching mics, blowing blunts and haze
So I send you this letter
Hope you get it soon
It dates 2004, second day of June

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on
Carry on as if nothing really matters