[Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)]   (Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city   (Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle)   This is just one (Trying to bubble, trying to live this) Realize..      [Inspectah Deck]   We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls   For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols   Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some   Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be   Forcing my hand to make me, off this man   I never claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer   Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded   But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling   Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming "I own the game!"   I'm so stained Novacaine doesn't slow the pain   Lost so many I don't fear death, no tears left   Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left   When they said "At fifteen he'll be already dead"   I'm here heavy head steady sipping Rmy Red   Wild fellow trying to keep my mind settled   Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo      [Chorus: Inspectah Deck]   I'm just a city guy living fly getting high   Live it till I die getting by, whipping by   Stand solidified big times to different sides   Here's your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe)      [Inspectah Deck]   Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast   One with the city, fight for sections of land            Can't sleep till the check's in my hand   It's still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle   I don't give a fuck about much but my beloved and such   'Cause nobody to trust but us   It's New York life, walk like what you talk like   Or you mi