8 Million Stories

That's how it is and that's how it goes

Fresh kid and the stories complete
He learned about life the real hard way

Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show

Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack?
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank
8 million stories, 8 million stories
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind

A new story for every day
And you could measure or even treasure

She's more sinister than Peter Lorre

And he gets skied until his nose would bleed

Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
Get down to the funky sound
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
New York, you know this is a crazy city, man
The emergency ward is capacity filled
Things that happen when it reaches dark
But little did they know there's a baby in the body
Poor kids admire, ladies desire
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
There are 8 million stories in the naked city

8 million stories, 8 million stories
And basing cocaine made him lose his life
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue

8 million stories, 8 million stories

Turnin' blue in the face by holdin' his breath
About the mean streets and the ghetto culture
Yo, dig on my home boys Run DMC
Can her Daddy just accept that as a fact
You got to be down, you got to have strength
8 million stories, 8 million stories

[Incomprehensible]
8 million stories, 8 million stories

The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
[Incomprehensible]
They say water can't put out this fire
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest

And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face
But then he tried to stop but it never worked

And all the things you hear about Central Park
When the crazy thing happened along the way

Peruvian rock never cut with speed
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife
Been the subject of a ghetto song
8 million stories, 8 million stories
He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night

And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And this is just two of 8 million stories
And the naked city never closes its eyes
8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Just to break it all down, you know he's not very slick
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and vultures
Word, skyscrapers, everything
Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Their attitudes were all la de da de

Get down to the funky sound
Some ice cold and told without pity
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day

Is that when he took a hit he could never quit
Father unknown, mother astray
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright
You know he started to base at a hell of a pace

She tried to hide it but they'll soon know
8 million stories, 8 million stories
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
Told a thousand different ways
And that was just one weakness, I must admit
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Vicki's fine but then she's not very kind
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
Well, it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
[Incomprehensible]
The girl is fine but sho'nuff tricky
If you're gonna survive past 110th
8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million sad but all real stories
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
8 million stories, 8 million stories
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
And you just never know who you might meet in this town
The city with the 8 and six big O's