Lyrics:
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
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
to check out the spot, it's right next to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole town starin'
At the New York City plates an the tough shit we wearin'
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
with'
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs
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
care
And I'm feelin' like Rapunzel wit' it
You got a new born in ya arms? I hit stick
Make you fumble wit' it
Torture you while the children there
I hurt
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like "Word"
City slicker, New York delivery
leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
They rap it I live it
I unwrap the package, And then flood the city
I just spent 50, On top of a 60
Now my wrist glisten, Like Niagara falls
Take that
respect, I hop in the coupe
Land in the jet
Bitches can't keep their hands out my sweats
G-Unit
New York City is the ground I'm stompin'
And I'm in LA wit'
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
want to live you got to say a prayer
New York welcome to my hood
I'm a show you all what's really good
Welcome to my hood
Death in the air
If you want
Look, I’m out for presidents
That represent me
Benz and Bentley, head from Lindsey
Like Lohan, nigga evidently
The hoes in every city, hella swift
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
Make cents
By Jamell NYT
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense wouldn’t let me in the game I was playing the fence I was playing
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and
I said first off
How can I say this all politely?
Fuck
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Trans Atlantic we send it by the gallon
We can do you like Bateman did to Allen
Riding through Queens like I'm 50 Cent
In the N train feeling I'm god sent
to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas
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