Lyrics:
the timing
No secret I been grinding
We done paid all we owe
Double or nothing still gone risk it surf the wave 'til we fall
Pot committed and I been
never leavin’
We lit right
I’m from the Eastside
New York never sleeps
Come to Jersey
All the homies at the beach
With the baddest
Rolling collard greens
smash overture
One man Motorcade, none stand holier
Cowabunga Houses of the Holy fuck
In free New York
It's Hoodie over Goalie mask
For Obi Wan, two,
on a dark night like Bruce Wayne
I'm a spin a big body benz
Gangsta
Could of been John Gotti friend
My bitch bad to the bone
Hov king of New York
I'm the heir
coast 'bout to blow up, you scared call the cops
All hell breaks loose when we drop
I drove in with a few rowdy friends, new body Benz
King Jaffe ends,
the car and down the mainline
I'm bound to fail
But remember we've heard this before
You've got that nailed
But today I'm just bound for New York
She
forced me to crater with my guns
Ones is the only thing that matters
I try to keep it real
They just here about swagger
King of New York shit, meet me
Lord knows that you need a new couch
And if I had it my way right now, I'd buy you a house
If you gon' stay here, be watching your mouth
Then what I
mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em
an' fall in bed
It wasn't anything you said
Except I know we both lie dead
Don't you know where to cop
That's what New York Johnny said
You
my King
For You are faithful to deliver
You make all things new
All life it comes from You
In Your purpose my heart's content
My dreams are safe
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America
And I've seen by the highways on a million exit ramps
Those two-legged memorials to the laws
di light wey go way inna New York wah day ya
Wuk and send down di money, we don't intend fi stay ya
One a wayer we wha fi drive some big car just
Secret agents
Had taken samples from the soles of my shoes
(Secret agents)
So they could track my every move
(My every move)
And then eventually,
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo
Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
East O
But not from New York son
I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell
And build up my franchise 'cause since the money is muscle
I fuck wit
the elevation (repeat 4X)
"A player, that can leap, with the best of them"
Risin up in the 'Velt, Strong Island, New York
The hood in case you did not know
me
Dirty like me scum like me, Scum like
Me, dirty, fuckin', Scum, bitch
Dirty bitch that speaks it
Victoria Secret or Pinkfresh
King Slut plus
we rise to my amazement
Never be complacent
I feel connected to the cradle
Where we were prematurely severed by the navel
Part of the reason why we
Words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay
Now there's a new craze a-goin' 'round
It's gettin' bigger in most every town
From New York City out
you instead
I aint got nowhere to go lets lay in bed
Tell me all you secrets promise I wont share
This dat king and queen shish never ever basic
This
Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga
Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like E-P-M
D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em
I tour New York down,
something new
You took me by surprise
But then again, not so much
Didn’t know how to see what belonged to me
The secret is that nothing, nothing belongs
religious, yeah yeah
As we're still sharing body heat
Tripping
East of Eden
God, we don't fit in
But the secret's, the secret's he knows that
We're tempted
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