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    8 Million Stories

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    8 Million Stories

      About "8 Million Stories"

      Lyrics for Kurtis Blow - "8 Million Stories"

      featuring Run D.M.C.


      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 strength

      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 until 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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