Lyrics:
ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned,
to New York and stay alive
All I need is my loaded four-five
And sweet and deadly like a killer beehive
And I can stalk in Fort Greene park
used to
(Da da da)
They ain't used to
(Da da da da da)
With these new rappers, all the music's iffy
Listen to their stuff and it's always fifty-fifty
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Ain’t nobody here to save me yeah
Yeah, New york city made me yeah
And I’ma stay the same me yeah
Buss down cop the AP yeah
Already rich I’m just waitin’
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
Whether it’s New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW, I trouble you
Throwin’ up forever this big ol’ W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves I’m a big
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New york city of god
I 'den saved some of new york's
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
Washington isn't gon' listen
To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference:
This kid is out
In New York you can be a new man
How do you write like
to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their homelands
By governments seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try something live or die by these numbers
I'd
hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th
So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene
Catch a flight to new york city
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
trip
I dare anyone to say New York ain't my home, bitch
'Cus anywhere I go,
I let 'em know where home is
I seemed to be living the high life
So, decided
the most underrated rapper of all time
So why do you accept those that bite my rhymes
Me and eminem rhymed for d are e
Me and x was in da club bout
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice
chiami Jedi
Perché sono Giovaboy
Tu mi annoi
E quando entro nel club
Come 50 cent
La squadra mi segue a ruota
Con la prontezza di un pilota
Ai miei fra non
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
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