Lyrics:
buried alive in this 52nd Street
Broken down dive
And I steal and I come alive
It's one hundred degrees but I run and hide
Yeah, I know you leave me
On 52nd street, they now have burleque,
And you count the effervescence and the view,
But all that stuff that squares is my advice to you,
Meet me
and on
Do you hear the applause and the cheering
Even if you're wooing, drop what you're doing
Hurry down to see what you're hearing
On 52nd street, they
're in
You've got your pen and notebook ready
I think it's about time, time for us to begin
And meanwhile we're over in a 52nd Street apartment
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
nobody
But I'll beat the fuck out of a nigga
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover stomp until
stayed at 52nd street so that's what all these niggas thought
Cause they was from hilltop, where niggas pill pop
So I'm pulling up to the chill spot with
As I head for Skid Away, make a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd
Cruised into a joint on 52nd street
Saw you sitting by the end of the bar
Auburn hair and a fine dress maybe get to find out who you are
And I go
I
hurt nobody
But I'll beat the fuck out of a nigga
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover
a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd, right day by Myers, then I make
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
by
Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
romances
How far we've fallen baby now we've landed
On these street in the city tonight
In New York City tonight
Hanging on the corner
Of 52nd and Broadway
wanna hurt nobody
But I'll beat the fuck out of a nigga
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover
a name in these streets
Once they put 52nd in ya name
It's complete
I got you
This one's for the fam
'Kuz behind the wall
Build wit' your bro's
We designed
on the floor
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Oh little Birdie
Its your turn to blow
Kansas city junky to New York city jive
To the ghost of 52nd street
"We have decided to favor you,
52 heads will fall this morning, and yours will be the 52nd
In the name of the people of Scotland, I now hereby
that bird to 52nd street.
He played so sweet,
They told us, at the Onyx and at The Famous Door.
But we didn't score, Yardbird was no more.
.
(Jack
bible with the whiskey
52nd Street
No phone calls from the cops or from your family
Can reach you
They all know you, you're famous in your fur coat
Just say "hi, woof, woof"
(Looking? Into? Hung?)
Undetectable poz bottom
Taking loads in the toilet
At Lucky Burger on 52nd Street
Just steps away
my ears ring
I'd lose myself if it weren't me
Where are my damn keys?
1 1 1 1, are you receiving?
I'm in a panic, my lungs have stopped breathing
1 1
your life and I won't judge it
(And there are no strings attached to it)
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for
I see myself rewarded with the love I need
And what I'm believing got me looking up to you
What I'm receiving keeps me feeling like I do, oh yeah
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