Lyrics:
Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing nice in, New York
Stick you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk? Don't mean
tracks end
I want money I don't want me a wife
I beat the beat you would think I had strife
Leon in New York living life
Fuck with him Claude Banks I'm
she a fan (she goin')
We get your dope, it be wrapped in saran (dope)
Back to back cash you know gang ain't playin' (cash)
If he a opp you can't save
say
By the way you're so two faced
Harvey Dent is your new name
By the way you're so two faced
Harvey Dent is your new name
You think you're real, but
ain’t fuckin' with y'all amateurs
We causing all them damages from New York to Los Angeles
Angels with dirty faces though, she said “touch them dirty
on the beat
I been rising why can’t you just see?
I got blood on my hands and my feet
Had to fight it didn’t come with no ease
You can talk but you know I
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des
and a mistress)
(Can I put a new life on my wishlist)
Cuz I'm feeling empty
I ain't got no feelings in me
I'm numb and can't shit offend me
No more, hate being in
Patek Philippe is getting heavy
Time to bust it down
Sad to say that you ain't with me
I thought you'd be around
Cuz you the talk of the town
Oh you
ain't for painting but I still might call it art
All black on me I'm in a party after dark
Needa girl from overseas and bring her right here to New York
opps
I be in new york' I throw up the rock
Outkast 4L we alone at the top
You had the ball lil nigga you fumbled
Hop on the beat Imma talk I don't mumble
We ain't have much better than you
I don't know, I just feel like when you died you never left
I'm so glad that you did leave something behind
You
Yeah
We out here
New York
Check it
It's still the OG with THE BOSS CB
Still runnin up numbers in this LLC
From Harlem Long Island to the LBC
If you
move keys uptown
Red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?!
Watch out! We run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We
Whenever you slanging iron you just watching more die
You wasn't here when I been broke
Now you want piece of the pie
Y'all can't make it out the streets
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
You can run and hide, but it's gon' make it worse
Hit Boston next day, I'm done with New York
Better get back then to sit back and be hurt
Had a talk
Wanna see a demon in New York showing his ve-nom?
I don't need a clique, my nigga
I just run my legion on my own
Tell me you gotta it
Cuz I just know
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
niggas are brand new
Ain't knew I was bad news, look at the tattoos
Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom,
the pistol smiling
Stan ain't Vone but I swear he
Got a pole by him donny fucking up New York
I think Long Island
Red beam on this bitch but it doesn't timing
Made a lot of money on the cat walk
Tired of the hype cause she can't talk
Start her own business on the east side
Made her own clothes on her own
out!"
Well you ain't sayin' nothin' slick to a can of oil
I walked barefoot from new york to dallas
Won for pimp of the year at the caesar's palace
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