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}