Sights in the city got people cryin'      Sights in the city got people cryin'   Sights in the city got people dyin'   Sights in the city got people cryin'   Sights in the city got people dyin'   In the city      One Friday, little Emmitt reached his limit   School was wack, he wasn't with it   His man told him that he could make some dough   Deliverin' packages for Mac Money Joe      So he said, "Cool, yo, I need a hustle   Yo, hook me up, plus I need a pistol or   A 380, a two-two or a 25   I'm gonna get large kid, I'm all the way live"   But he was sadly mistaken   Now he's locked up, he's doin' time and he's thinkin'      Sights in the city got people cryin'   Sights in the city got people dyin'   In the city      One Saturday, sweet Renee ran away   Couldn't take moms yellin', didn't wanna stay   Her girl told her, that she could get quick cash   Goin' on dates for Pimp Daddy Nash      She said, "Well, I don't know, I gotta meet him   You say he's fly, mmm? I gotta see him"   The next thing you know she's out late nights   Makin' dollars for Nash, wearin' her skirts tight   Now she's a victim of the system   Man, what happened to her dreams and her ambition?      Sights in the city got people cryin'   Sights in the city got people dyin'   Sights in the city got people cryin'   Sights in the city got people dyin'   In the city      Old Mr. Fillmore, he owns a grocery store   It's a small little shop, the children call him 'Pop'   But, of course, he keeps a shotgun   Just for protection 'cause he's got a little grandson      On Sunday, while he was there cleanin'   He heard the front door slam, a lady screamin'   He grabbed the shottie and walked out from the back   All he saw was two kids, wearin' black ski masks   He fired, they fired, all at the same time   Now there's a funeral on Wednesday, a quarter to nine      Sights in the city got people cryin'   Sights in the city got people dyin'   In the city, in the city, in the city   In the city, in the city, in the city   In the city, in the city, in the city   In the city, in the city      Many sights and sounds in the city, knahmsayin'?   People dyin', innocent victims   The babies ain't got no future   What are we gon' do?   Brothers can't make a buck   Mmm, just some of the sights and sounds, that's all   Guess, I'm just gonna get mine