Lyrics:
shine shine
Brighter than club New York at that time
My mind
Will always react like my life's on the line feel me?
Kill em all
Taught you gotta win
I live
Let's get drunk, forget what we did
I'ma buy you a drank, ooh (then I'm a take you home with me)
I got money in the bank
(Shawty, what
and watching the King of New York
I'm a boss
Trademark Da Skydiver
Smoking that gas, counting them bags
Nigga, we do this shit erryday
Poppin them tags, we
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
[Chorus: x4]
B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here
Pink Housings, East New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck y'all know
a neck
Em, Eminem's tongue control is amazing
Benzino is only a lil hoe
I am dancing and singing
50 knows, no amount of cents he can give me to live in
a neck
Em, Eminem's tongue control is amazing
Benzino is only a lil hoe
I am dancing and singing
50 knows, no amount of cents he can give me to live in
Clarkes Crossing raised - steady sellin Lemonade
50 cents a cup plus cookies from the Kitchen-Aid
Swimmin like Mixhael in the cash flowin by us
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd
Have kept your mouth shut,
dip)
I can't date no hoe
Bitch just give me my face then go
Shooter gone go on my say no so
Now I'm on a plane New York soho
I don't take no no
You
to go shop in New York
Shout out to Brooklyn, rest in peace to Pop, he made everyone cop em some Christian Dior
Ex called me up twice, ignore ignore
My
This is a Gucihousehold nigga
I said from start
My words gon leave a mark
Don't care for the charts, best light skin outta New York
Expensive suits,
they ask me who the girl in the car its jus my baby momma
I don't give a fuck about the hoe!
I sock that bitch in the jaw by surprise and pull the nails
they ask me who the girl in the car its jus my baby momma
I don't give a f**k about the hoe!
I sock that b**** in the jaw by surprise and pull the nails
I'm not
Swagger it's in my roots
New York we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us
Most you niggas wanna be us, I can see it in they faces
They
FFTTT YEA BEEH
YEA
AYE chasing after bread
After bread nigga
Chasing after bread
Don't neva chase a bitch
Think I'm 50 cent bitch i'm hated on by
New York
And I done went to war here to earn a major pay in New York
So of course I draw quicker, I'm sicker than most
So when I sneeze it's when I pick
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
Warning.
The Surgeon General of Brooklyn, New York, has determined
That the sounds you are about to hear, will always be devastating, to your ear.
Bringing back these backpack raps
Over the boom bap that
Has that east coast flow
New York's on the map
My words go radatattat
When I attack the beat
'cause every time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's
you
Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
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