Lyrics:
don't remember that experience, with my dad, in innocence, so in this sense
What this new man, did represent, was everything, I forgot
So I acted like my
see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Real nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live
still had class in New
York
I go by many names
I'm known in many veins
I been up down the coast but in Pc I do my thing
Friends'll say you changed
hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
opportunity, for you and me
past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
I got off the 2 train in brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman
a hustle ambition
A black man vision
In a new world order
Man fuck a politician
We tryna make a living
But my upbringing different
Live by the code
We
with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit
example
Unsolved mystery
Life lost in a funk sample
Enter the bandwagons
Braggin' hangin' banners
Clearin' the way for younger MCs
And new hammers
example
Unsolved mystery
Life lost in a funk sample
Enter the bandwagons
Braggin' hangin' banners
Clearin' the way for younger MC's
And new hammers
black live matter)
War, Policing, and the criminal justice system
Chisels wide and deep bloody chasms
In the great so called free Americanism
I am
Hear me, see me
Welcome to Soundview projects
Bronx, New York, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
jam film in the polaroid
I'm like last live specimen
Or rather last specimen to live life with
My cats eye on the pendulum
Your cities broke pigpen
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
Lookin' good, girl, yeah, way more than decent
Bad bitch, she from New York and she Puerto Rican
Let's watch the skyline while we sip this German Riesling
was cooler. Rest in Peace, Drakeo The Ruler.
Damn Mother Nature is you serious? No more African teacher, New York lyricist.
Gave us real, we were lied
the world on tour, yeah, that's my goal someday
Turn up in New York then take the stage in LA
I really want to witness it all with you
We'l go all-american,
they'll never be like us, yo
Ayy, yo, we come from that dirt, that fuckin' concrete
You know what I'm sayin'?
New York niggas gotta start actin' like New
force was used
Who knows what would've happened if the drama ensued
In the 80's...Mount Vernon was bad news
The terror of the crack era, mascara and rouge
threat
I see your sweat roll down your cheek
And your soft and sweet, your talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost
While it all rolls away, over and over again
PC 1
Went off to New York City with stars in your eyes
Thinkin that everything was goin your way
Didn’t
I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
So watch
our brothers that are stuck in jail?
That couldn't bust a bell, they held a bird and gotta live with it
Black is bein' guilty until proven that you're
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
has its perks
I have to admit, it comes in handy sometimes
I can't believe all of this stuff
Just sits here when you're
Not in New York
Jamie?
Yes,
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