Yeah... it's like...
A lot of people ask me why I do this shit...
I do it for only one reason... Boston stand up!
Chorus:
I got a city on my back, Bostons here
Now throw the 3's up, let me see them in the air
I got a city on my back, we ain't coming down
We leave a hater shook, everytime we come around
I got a city on my back, Bostons here
We win a new ship every single fuckin' year
I got a city on my back, yeah, I got a city on my back, yeah
Verse 1 (J. Lye):
I got a city on my back, yall know me
Call me ray allen when they see me throw the 3's
I got a city on my back, ill never let it fall
We riding to the top and ima never let it stall
I put the city on my cap, boston on the map
I bring it to the light every single time I rap
617, to me that is heaven
Preaching to the world like im a motherfucking reverend
Every... body wanna look at us and put us down well we prevail
Put your city in a coffin, put a hammer to the nail
Put us on a pedestal
Yes we great, now what are you?
Bruins win, celtics win, red sox win, the pats do too
We ain't never gonna lose, all we ever do is win
Riding for my city, paul revere through the thick or think
Putting on for my city, we the team now
Hands up if you fucking with the beantown!
Chorus
Verse 2 (Jus Clide):
(yo we got them J. Villside. 617 what. yeah)
Yeah, I put on for my city, where the bean at?
Where you rest your head, lay your bones, where you dream at?
I put that on my life, ha and I mean that
Every year we winning then we bring another team back (every year)
But this one for the street walkers, boston shit talkers, night watchers, live wires, inspired boxers, garage rockers
Baby fathers, just some of bostons finest
We family though homie get behind us (behind us)
Boston we the truth, paul pierce in the booth
Hancock high dreams but they going out the roof
And im chasing dead presidents
Villside thats my residence
Irrelevant ass suckers dont fuck with our elegance
Its always my city, and always my hometown
Since a little pup, we doggies I guess we grown now
Oh wow, 617 repping till the death of me
This my city all you fakes let it be, let it be
Chorus
Verse 3 (Yung Bean)
(uh huh, yo J. Lye, I got you, look)
Throwing them 3's up, they know that we up
Boston be my town, can't nobody see us
Blowing that green stuff, call it elevation
Couldn't leave my hood, fuck a vacation
Know they waiting on my downfall, keep waiting
But be patient, cause my team caking
Poppin' bottles everyday, it's a celebration
We keep it moving, no time for waiting
Repping my city, ima hold it down
Ima-ima hold it down, whenever im not around
Yo J. Lye, tell them boys dont play around, no playground
Yeah, we up top, they way down
And everytime I come around the city on my back
Ima ima ima put my city on the map, check
Cause they know how we do it, how we done it
How we running shit, I run my town, now say something
Chorus
Outro:
Yeah...
Like I tried to tell ya'll, we got a city on our back
Bostons why we do this
In our mind and in our hearts
And ima fight for my city till the death of me
Compete until success... let's go
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