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They say he jumped ten thousand trains

Rode a million miles for free

Helped out at VA hospitals and penitentiary?s

Dandy Dave, Rusty Nails
with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk

You're the heart and soul of New York City
their mistreated by their husbands
So I hook up shit to make it right
Just call me tonight
And I'll make sure that everything runs tight
Cause if he don't
from you

OK

ladies and gentlemen Martin Lawrence

boo

this is Marin Lawrence's First video visit to a 
recording studio

and his last
the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New
City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that
chevrolet
I needed time for some thinkin'
He was just passing by
When I caught that boy's eye,
And I swore it was winkin'

I was thirty-one,
He was
City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that
City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that
some bitch holdin' his money down hostage. 

Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act, 

and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe
the law and the act,
And all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
The bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
ready to get his shine on? 

Nigga...what kinda nigga leave ya ? and give a fuck 
big nuts and big heart from the start? 

What kinda nigga stay
You like em but don't trust em
Fuck em but don't love em
If you really think he's bluffin
Take the gun away from em

[Hook 8x]
Run hide duck huh
Bitch
He must be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the crib
The D to Flint who get sick with lead
Others get the hit with the laugh
From
feel like he doing something
The pussy so good have you through with money
But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all That shit
Every
inside of my ride I may let
Last night at five am, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I
ready to get his shine on? 

Nigga...what kinda nigga leave ya ? and give a fuck 
big nuts and big heart from the start? 

What kinda nigga stay
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!

Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
home. 

I keep the weed just to keep her stoned, huh 

And I'd fuck and be out 'fore dawn, huh. 

I gotta page from another homegirl named Shy. 

Baby
over and fuck you by my studio councils

Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood
Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back
Throwin' up the hood, yeah,
home. 

I keep the weed just to keep her stoned, huh 

And I'd fuck and be out 'fore dawn, huh. 

I gotta page from another homegirl named Shy. 

Baby