Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
One of the arguments we hear
Coming from the new type of atheist
"When I was a child
I believed in Santa Claus
When I was a child
I believed in
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
"Wait
What happened to that other one that
I heard at the Whisky à
Go-Go?" and he called back to New York and
He said, "We got something
Strange happening
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
New York
At twenty, I said I'd better quit by thirty
Then by thirty, I thought by forty rapping is corny
How wrong was I?
Never would have thought
Money make the world go round [Repeat: x 3]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna motherfucking professional
know it's all year right? Hah!
I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City
The night before I gotta turn my second album in
Higher than
the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin' New York cats past the stars
First it was Nasty Nas, now
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
New York but I rock my..
L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
I'm walking in the rain
L.A Dodgers cap, with my
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
back
But I hope you coming back, 'cause I won't accept the fact
When you came to New York, you had to come to the crib
And vice-versa, (yeah), that's
"we left the people of israel with, one thought..
That they are not alone -- the people of new york,
People of the united states of america
Indeed
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
And today our guests are Black Sheep. You both are from New York right?
B.S. - Ah. That's true. New York. That's true. Yo.
I.B. - You supposedly met in
rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow
Ask Detroit, they'll let them
New York, uh! stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
y'all can hate all y'all want Ruff Ryders the sponsor
Just
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
new force
Wish you lames knew more
Plus my game off the chain
I remain New York
I would flame you dorks
Y'all ain't playing New York
And even through
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
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