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mic handz - bright lights lyrics

hook (mic handz)

bright lights / big city
game tight we get right/
come rock wit’ me/
shine bright/ in the lights of my city
every day every night/
come f-ck wit’ me
2x

verse 1 (mic handz)

from the tip of that empire state/
to the top of them new towers
boy city great/ till it’s late in them wee hours
sun showers /keeping all streets wet
and a pocket / full of the paper
that’ll eat most debts
home of most east coast vets/ n.y
all thorough/ never gave a f-ck where we lay
we all borough
conduit, belt / whitestone to the tri-boro
sick as the van wyck/ around 6 as you cross boroughs
it’s handz
city spokesman/ controller elect
and i’m gon’ give it up/ until people
give n-ggas respect/ for real
young sinatra /hitting without the blue eyes
stacked in the back of this rat pack/ telling true lies
it’s mr /oh ah oh ah/ yeah he ill
splitting the lane/ changing the game
moving at will
giving n-ggas the pill/ still they don’t get no p-ss
they high and dry/
they loud/ but they don’t get no -ss
we in the clouds at last/ and we surfing on new levels
every bar dat p-ss/ tilts a gl-ss of that spade bevel
deep as a grave shovel/ as we play on plots
and were doing it for the block/ as we lock down lots
in my city

hook (mic handz)

bright lights / big city
game tight we get right/
come rock wit’ me/
shine bright/ in the lights of my city
every day every night/
come f-ck wit’ me
2x

verse 2 (jaz-o)

from 644 park ave/
the student and the master of craft/
they still screaming/ its all on jaz
from the rugged and the raunchy/
cracks on the concrete/ blame me
it’s my own asphalt
from shoe boxes to cash vaults/ me and my team
supplied n-ggas with p-ssports
big city living
spending like /everyday was christmas and thanksgiving
glistening/
summertime fringed
we ain’t the p-wns /we the dons /at cha’ christening
word on the street /and everybody’s listening
never married /but i keep wives drizzling/
cause i mac (yep)/never microsoft
(com’on)
she going south/ i’m going north
often/ they know the time /
word to my cross wind
they call me jaz/ i even ball in utah/
rhyme/ don’t rap
lines worth/ a mill sack

hook

bright lights / big city
game tight we get right/
come rock wit me/
shine bright/ in the lights of my city
every day every night/
come f-ck wit me
2x

- mic handz lyrics

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