Текст (слова) песни: Kurtis Blow f Run-D.M.C. - 8 Million Stories

 
(intro) 
There are 8 million stories in the naked city 
 
8 million stories (x4) 
 
(verse one Kurtis blow) 
 
There are 8 million stories in the naked city 
Some ice cold and told without pity 
About the mean streets and the guetto culture 
The pimps,the pushers,the sharks and vultures 
Things that happen when it reaches dark 
And all the things you hear about Central Park 
You got to be down,you got to have strenght 
If you`re gonna survive past 110th 
Well it ain`t no thing when blood is spilled 
The emergency ward is capacity filled 
And nothin` ever comes as a big surprise 
And the naked city never closes its eyes 
A new story every day 
Told a thousand different ways 
That`s how it is and that`s how it goes 
The city with the 8 and six big O`s 
 
New York is a crazy city man..... 
 
Yo, my home boys Run DMC 
 
(verse two Run DMC) 
 
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight 
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate 
Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de 
But little did they know there`s a baby in the body 
She tried to hide it,but they`ll soon know 
Because sooner or later that baby`s got to show 
Can her daddy just accept it as a fact 
That it wasn`t the meals and it wasn`t the snack 
Then there`s another girl,her name is Vicki 
The girl is fine,but sho`nuff tricky 
Vicki`s fine,,but then she`s not very kind 
She`ll lay you down and then she`ll rob you blind 
You wake up in the morning and you`re feelin` blue 
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too 
She`s more sinister than Peter Lorre 
And this is just two of 8 million stories 
 
8 million stories (x12) 
 
(verse three Kurtis Blow) 
 
Fresh kid and the stories complete 
Born on a dim lit ghetto street 
Father unknown,mother astray 
He learned about life the real hard way 
Wearin` pretty things for all the ladies to see 
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry 
Spent all his time just counting his bank 
Because he`s a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank 
Because he`s a fresh kid and his money`s long 
Been the subject of a ghetto song 
Poor kids admire,ladies desire 
They say water can`t put out this fire 
Because he`s a fresh kid,yeah he`s alright 
Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night 
And you could measure or even treasure 
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure 
Puruvian rock never cut with speed 
And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed 
And that was just one weakness,must admit 
That when he took a hit he could never quit 
Because he`s one slick pusher livin` day by day 
When the crazy thing happened along the way 
You know he started to base at a hell a pace 
And now it`s a disgrace,he`s got the pipe in his face 
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones 
Didn`t take care of business,didn`t answer the phone 
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone 
Just bittin` on a pipe like a dog on a bone 
Turnin` blue in the face,by holdin` his breath 
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest 
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked 
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk 
Just to break it all down,you know he`s not very slick 
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick 
He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife 
And basing cocaine made him lose his wife 
Because he bought some on credit and couldn`t pay 
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away 
In a blaze of glory in his own territory 
8 million stories sad but all real stories 
 
8 million stories (x12)
 

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