There's a young man with dirt on his hands There's a room of sweat, full on one night stands A life of regret in a rock and roll band There's a whole lot of debt and a pocket full of sand There's a sick mother, can't find her lost son And there's a father who didn't know he had one run down caddy In The neighbors backyard Where the kid got shot and it all fell apart Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life There's a law man and he's losing his touch Trapped a loose cannon says he won't lose much A prospect picked and he's earning his patch Dealt a dirty deed and it's paid for in cash The pressure's so thick you forget how the breathe Gotta get drunk just to blow off some steam So many lights but we're kept in the dark Yeah, they can take it all but we still got heart Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life There's no need to be nervous We're born to fight Sons and daughter we can Take it outside Follow the lead, lead me to water Do what it takes then take it from me When there ain't nothing left You can read me my rights Carry the load in the city life Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all praying through the smoke filled sky Just another day in the city life

Concrete cold face cased in steel Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel Bright light scream beam brake and squeal Red white green white neon wheel Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin Spice ice dance chance sickly grin Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin Blind stick blind drunk cannot see Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak Concrete dream flesh broken shell Lost soul lost trace lost in hell.

Booba, 9-2 i (si si) J production Rock City Right about now J'écris c'que personne ne peint Défouraille en cas d'pépin J'ai les neurones pleins 140 euros le plein La défaite est en toi, la victoire est en nous Re-noi détends-toi, reste en chien, reste en loup En période de crise naissent de violents izi business Trop lent pour le guiness, tu veux test, mais t'es qui wesh Tu cherches la teuf, où est-ce T'entend des feat US T'es bon qu'à gratter les seuf Ta clique est bluff plein de kho à chier You no want the beef 'Cause it will be the last time you sleep Last time you walk Take it from me, you no want the war 'Cause I'm the king of the city So all ya better proceed with caution Before I blow you away-ay-ay-ay Mi keep ah peace in the streets, what me walk on Be gone and get on your way T'es ni dans mes pompes, ni sous ma casquette Negro t'as pas mes rêves Donc, fusil à pompe à mes ieps interrompt pas mes rêves Izi business la team, je suis précis je place mes coups J'ai mon blaze sur disque de platine et plaque d'égout Sombre est le gang j'terrasse mes confrères Negro j'suis trop frais, j'suis venu au monde dans un coffret Je n'oublierai jamais, t'es bonne bien cambrée Tu m'as vu à la télé, mais tu me préfères en vrai Laisse pas de message sur la messagerie du DUC Ma queen le consulte, elle a piraté mon PIN la pute Pendant ce temps là je lutte, représente du Pont-de-Sèvre aux luttes Transporte la came par oléoduc, izi You no want the beef 'Cause it will be the last time you sleep Last time you walk Take it from me, you no want the war 'Cause I'm the king of the city So all ya better proceed with caution Before I blow you away-ay-ay-ay Mi keep ah peace in the streets, what me walk on Be gone and get on your way Je n'ai pas le temps de t'écouter Tu n'as sûrement rien à dire tu veux juste frimer Je souris peu c'est vrai, pourtant je suis filmé Protège nos terres, j'en ai rien à foutre du 8 mai, oh yeah B2O tu sais qui il est Tu veux nous faire la guerre, direct tu peux te rhabiller Sa mère au maire j'ai la haine, tu sais quelle heure il est Temps mort t'a mis d'accord, on enterre le sablier We damn fresh and dey done shut us out And we fresh off us him Tama sign And you know we made a promise That dem fassie can't stop us Running wit di pack, we shot at them You know it is a lot of dem So don't you ever mess wit dem We runnin' 'til di end wit dem Rock City, we no fuckin' around, around Number one, Booba is the king of di town, di town Together we are shuttin' it down, it down And we tellin' dem right about now You no want the beef 'Cause it will be the last time you sleep Last time you walk Take it from me, you no want the war 'Cause I'm the king of the city So all ya better proceed with caution Before I blow you away-ay-ay-ay Mi keep ah peace in the streets, what me walk on Be gone and get on your way You no want the beef 'Cause it will be the last time you sleep Last time you walk Take it from me, you no want the war 'Cause I'm the king of the city So all ya better proceed with caution Before I blow you away-ay-ay-ay Mi keep ah peace in the streets, what me walk on 'Cause I'm the king of the city