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Albums:

Marcy Playground (Marcy Playground) · B from Marcy Place (Marcy Place) · Cathy & Marcy Collection for Kids (Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer) · Cathy & Marcy Collection for Kids (Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer) · From Marcy 2 Bedstuy: Best Blends in the Business (Nas) · Aural Playground (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Devil's Playground (Billy Idol) · Playground (Liz Johnson) · Playground (Russell Malone) · This Used to Be My Playground (Madonna) – and 56 other albums »


N.Y.M.P. the realest
Marcy.. Brooklyn

Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties
Niggaz throwin me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
know what I want

And if you want to get the best of me baby
You got to start playing by the rules...

[Chorus]
Come into my playground
No one
finds you
Or you may get hurt
When you realize the situation's
Out of your control

To the adventure playground
I'm coming out to play

Don't be
Walking back towards your house
Raindrops bouncing off the leaves
Down to our September kiss

Flying over bus stops and playgrounds
I'm here
Soaked
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
to the playground, downtown where I strut my sound
Big brother's gonna watch me..... 
I build a wall to protect myself from any possible breakdown 
So don't call me
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
N.Y.M.P, the realest
Marcy, Brooklyn

Yo, I come through, gettin' money, sittin' on twenties
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile

There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be
Young fools drunk heroes are
Writhing by my feet
The killing time has come
I'll do it it's high time to
Punish unfeeling killers and rapists
my playground of pus

Becoming, a self made god, a tool moulded by society
A nemesis of man, the emotions of which I'm fueled
Result of social
stormy
Whether you are wrong or right
You are always crowned
And I'm left back at the playground

I left my stamp to beacon you
I thought that seeing you
ahead, I'm just gonna sit back
And listen to this ghetto swing
'cause this is what I do, at the playground
Ya' know what I'm sayin'

Aww yeah, ABC's
true

Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Look at me I'm swollen
Like a banana fish now
I'm never gonna make it out of my hole
But I keep
I can tell I'm home by the way they're driving
The pace is slow and the air is clear
Ain't nobody in a real big hurry
There's not many deadlines
And I am gonna follow you around
Yeah, I

I'm eagerly adopted by the darkest atmosphere
Playin' in the playground with all the, all the others, yeah
on a playground blacktop

I’m just a moment, so don’t let me pass you by
We could be a story in the morning, but we’ll be a legend tonight
I’m just a moment, so
what this game made, and *of age I came* 
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game 
*I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again*
what this game made, and *of age I came* 
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game 
*I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again*
what this game made, and of age I came 
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game 
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again* 
I
inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell