Lyrics:
the
System that sets up for systemic
Racism burnt to the ground
And as I sit here in
Georgia, home of Stephens Georgia, former
Vice President
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
bih)
My bank is full of hundreds and some fifties
We ran it up, we stacked it up
My dawgs they out to get you
Ima pastor Ima bishop spent my blessings
to feel dimes in high heels came form Japan, New York, to Cali to chill they choosin for real with no grill in my mental peep my swagger is tremendous make
the fortunate one, who dies
New York, we ready
He moved from LES to SoHo
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
the police (what up)
A black man is running for president
But still no justice, no peace
Just we in our own hell up in New York City
And I'm thinking what
a Hummer new wintertime but it's summer blue
Woo, the teachers said I wouldn't be shit
You know the crazy part about it I believed it
I was in
code
I'll be in New York when I'm spittin that shit bro
I ain't got a problem with lettin the fifth go
Your men look like bitches, tell them niggaz
York[00:32.03]Never hide out I'm outside[00:34.45]Keep that fye right by my side[00:36.94]Like a playground we gone slide[00:38.63]Brand new pack it got me fried
[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
my money in Birks From New York to all places I been
I always wanna stay where I was birthed All the shit I seen, I needed, church
Through the strength
Stephen
Lil' hoe you know I'm independent, I ain't signing to no Geffen
And you know that I ain't playing yeah I really know my weapons
I'll really lock in
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
I'm catching flights, I'm stuck on go
Just left Chicago, hit New York then pass to bro
Throw the 3 up like I'm CP
Native baddie long hair her family in
(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!)
gon' melt you just like M&M's
Ain't Been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim, you get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim
It's like me and twin
King of New York man king of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6
Dublin, Belfast,
Derry, Glasgow,
Liverpool, Manchester,
Birmingham, London,
Boston, Chicago,
New York - the whole wide world!
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
Plastik auf G machen
Nigga, meine Kette ist juwelenbesetzt, Nutte
In jedem meiner Zimmer sieht es aus wie bei Jacob in New York
Alle meine Bitches haben
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'
[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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