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I'm gonna dig a hole to Los Angeles from New York
And we'll escape this east coast winter for the warmth
And those were nice ideas in our roaring

John Is Dead (In Memory Of John Lennon)

New York City, it´s December the eighth.
A monday evening. Santa Claus, he´s quite late.
And Christmas time

Donn
Corleone
This is New York City, man the home of the grimy (home of the grimy)
Vibing off the drugs like we Whitney and Bobby (Whitney and Bobby)

I'm from New York and I love the pizza and the pasta
And I'm Italian
Ayy ohh, bada Billy Joel
Did I mention I am the piano man
God even
Old Godzilla was

Yea don't, don't mind the air mattress
Yea, yea, yea, yea
At this very moment we in New York city with it
But I wanna take you back to my home town

Joel
I'm from New York and I love the pizza and the pasta
And I'm Italian
Ayy ohh, bada Billy Joel
Did I mention I am the piano man?
God even
Old

world better say it right
Pops out in New York now I gotta catch a flight
Grinding hard for the times when I ain't have shit
Now we do the dash catch

shinning like a light
Get the bag in the morning get it gone by the night
Tree block baby Pooh Pooh world better say it right
Pops out in New York now I

pretending to be an actor and a writer
As if the fraudulence of each claim would cancel out the incredibility of the other
"I just moved from New York," is

a boost
This big 40 on my lap I don't know what to do
In the streets they do you dirty
I don't know what to choose five years or this thirty
New York Niggas

under world
I wanna swim from New York City to Thailand
I want my own special place like Mako Island

I wanna have my main character moment
And I'm

to the Terror through the wall
Who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo
With a belt of marijuana for New York
No hace ni calor ni frío
Porque

Soon it's foreigns with sport kits
Times wasn't pretty you know how gritty New York is
Said fuck despair
Since young I told myself I'm something rare

who just had a big dream
No competition so it's me versus me
Lyrically speaking like I'm from New York City
Bring it back to the city leave a legacy
Yea

a permit man
How New York am I?
Smack you with this dollar pizza and
Get it caught in your eye
If all you see is dough anyway
A metaphor for your mind
World

coming back to this bitch
Uh, guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, hah
New York City

And how she would've been back if it wasn't for me
I gotta girl that's from New York, knew her since we was kids
She put Big over Pac and I put Pac over Big

the maker

Penn rallies to Bin Laden

New York to ancient Latin

Gun Hill to Rooftop, man

Bergen and Brighton

We all fighting to sustain what we givin

snow
Pure with the writtin' woe gotta watch that
Cork, gotta pop back reiterate
Draw pictures, re-illustrate new paintings
Face facts you ain't him

to many niggas
Just roll with a few

East New York, flooded with Bloods
I took care of responsibilities before
I turned to Dove
They quick to judge when

leave a eye witness
Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in
The back by the bathroom
Knowin all this shit no one knows
Way

Walking in the Garden

A Flock of Seagulls

Light at the End of the World

1996

Somewhere down in new york town
Where lives a friend of mine
But I haven't seen her face
For a very long long time
She tried to tell me that my

pacing. A paranoia, all that time wasted. His fears increase as each year deceased called his name no peace. He tried New York, he tried Arizona. He dropped

track down

Just go back to New York

for a stroll down the Hudson

what a nice place to be

said the young and handsome

well I ain't running to someone