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I can what I learned where they're frayed and worn
I walked off the tread on the concrete pavement
Of London, and Dublin, and New York town
I shook
of blue balloons

New york air is sweet tonight
There's no stars but that's all right
I'm breathing

I feel you through your fear
Pull the arrow from my ear
said and done
You lost one love
Your only begotten son

[Chorus x2]

But what a nigga live for
And damn ready to die young
I'm the shadow behind
to come
When its all said and done
You lost one love
Your only begotten son

[Chorus: x2]

But what a nigga live for
And damn ready to die young
the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids.
All the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover.
Don't love her; still I'm SuperHun.
Reporting live, girl
(From where?)
From where they kidnapping hot girls
Wifey in the cut
But I got 4 or 5 side girls, 5 in yo drop curls
Yo what you talkin
lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
auto-slam
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
>From New York to the Netherlands
If that's too much road for your mind to pave
Feel the breeze and catch
to the God, pour out a little liquor
'Shame On A Nigga', I heard the reaper done came to get ya
So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor
I've grown
Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A,
Live with all them Russians,
New York agitators!"

Some say they'd passed their darkest hour,
Those moderates
gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and 
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson 
I put fear in why'all heads 
Sheek looks type a nigga that
C-74
New York bitch, adolescents at war
Fuck the government, yo they made us this way
You a fagot, listenin' to what that chick say
Escape route,
gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and 
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson 
I put fear in y'all heads 
Sheek looks type a nigga that
lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
sleep for a couple minutes more

I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold hearted things that I 

have done

I said I'm sorry by now at least once
Yo, I've seen Raj
He been a friend for years
Now your boy in blue, how he switched up gears
He said how I been?
I got a ear full of bad news
Your ?
the strong will learn

Chorus (3X)

Uh, uh, uh
We doing this live
Live for my cats
All The Kings Men, know what I'm saying, Rose Family
East New York style,
and 24's
Where I'm from that's what we live for, the ghetto so

If you're livin' in the ghetto and you're feelin' me
Let me hear you say oh, oh, oh, oh
the war is won
And what's done is done, an all-good "Son of a Bush"
I've been there before, "got a letter from government"
Slid underneath, my front door
you can F you see K with Emmy,
so get thruw your fucking head gee
Stat Island in the house!
Plus my styles is back and fourth from New York back
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme

Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things, people need it
But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease with?
I
from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things, people need it
But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease with?
I
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
camel toe, with no hair
I love you manicure, your pedicure, what they hate about you I do adore
From Atlanta to Miami, to Los Angeles to New York
She