Lyrics

Song: City Thing
Artist: F.G.E


Steff: Yea...Ah ha and this is F.G...My city thing, my city thing. You know how it go Nassau, i'm just on my city thing
right now. Doin' me baby, ya gatta feel me.

They tell me joy amounts to nothing if you never been through something,
felt pain and overcome ya need rain for all this city sun.
Yes I am the city's son I simply do my city thing,
Living everyday that comes, up with the rising sun.
Because i heard the early bird get the worm,
while the sleepers stomach moans.
And the truth taste bad when consumed through a spoon.
Half the time half these people try these half assed schemes to get pass me, but thats cool.
I jus move through my city streets, trynna catch some city breeze.
rollin' wit' my wing men, F.G.E the team.
Fly beyond the city borders, yes we are the city kings.
You don't even need to crown us, we could read between the margins.
Rollin' wit' my wing men, F.G.E the team.
Fly beyond the city borders, yes we are the city kings.
You don't even need to crown us, we could read between the margins.
Ah ha....And this is F.G


Christyle: Dirty...I'm from the west side baby know i'm down to ride,
wit' the Nassau clique gettin' for mine.
You could catch me by the store, or maybe by the corner;
wit some foil a plastic bag and a ounce of marijuana.
I'm sellin' it, you know I gatta survive,
momma said times tough, so I sell it wit' pride.
Cause the world is a detour and money is the sign
just to make it go around i'm sittin writtin lines.
I gat the potion, I gat the flow-tion,
the best swimmin' shark swimmin out the ocean.
The best MC spittin' wit' da flow since;
Biggie, Pac, Jigga I ain jokin'.
Yea, the unknown unknown F.G.E come invading ya home.
We aint playin for the throne, we playin for the world.
Game so tight I might spit it to ya girl.
Girl, quit the buggin stop stressin me,
while you off to school I be runnin' wit the refugees.
sellin' off the fugees to the basers wyclef.
The fiends on my right, the dope on my left.
yea, I'm too dope for the rest, so stay inside the parking lot before i get upset,
ha ha yea, thats just a warning 'til the tape drop.
spittin' pimples on a track make ya face pop.


Hustla V: Ha ha ha..and this is F.G..My city thing, my city thing.
Aye..I'm a city guy, call me cityness cause im down for my city shit.
Swimmin' in sespits nigga i'm the shittiest.
way deep in the city sewage, i'm city shit.
No hands on the flow and people feelin' it,
smoke blowin' in the summer breeze gettin' all blunted.
Oh Lord, blast off thats a man on mission,
don't make me blast off, let ya dawg put ya on lamp-pole stating dog missing.
I'm just doin' my city thing, let me take you on a tour,
welcome to my city yall.....N-N-N-Nassau!
This ya tour guide,imma take ya to "the trax", take ya to "the fry"
then, party up in "fluid" yea i keep the party live. and
Thats a Sunday thing, next Sunday; we do the same thing.
wake up monday morning feeling like "K.B"...Gat a hangover
Don't slip, no slide, don't trip no vibe,
ridin' dirty in the honda pushin mach 5.
these Nassau streets gat the best of me. Yep, It's the Hustla V.
Lookin' for the hot flow, F.G gat the recipe.
I'm jus' doin' my city thing, my city thing


Christyle: Real mellow

Steff: Hey hey and this is F.G

Christyle,Hustla V: My city thing, My City thing

Steff: And This is F.G.....It's common courtesy to do it right....Right?....Yea, and this is F.G