Lyrics:
Their spread of imperialism
Here in the United States
Cop city, in Atlanta
Cop city, in Baltimore
Cop city in New York
In Los Angeles
In Seattle
my mind with see Jane run
See John walk in a hardcore New York
Come on now, that's like a chocolate cow
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems to me
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
was the echo from the shot
Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
New York
plate
Lemme demonstrate 100 racks in your face
Don’t tell me how to live, I live my life the way I wanna
Don’t tell me how to talk I talk my shit the way
loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Accepted by yo new bitch
Yo old bitch and yo BM
Y'all always on that BS and
PS I'm takin all fades
I'm takin off first, this G6 is on it's way
No matter how
on Racine
My African homie
Showed me thee way
Real steppers
Niggas felt that heat
Dodging bullets in chicago
I'm talking the summer of 13
Brought up around
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
Hear me, see me
Welcome to soundview projects
Bronx new york, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems to me that in a school
General Hannibal
From Long Island to Queens light up the New York scenes
All the way to New Orleans and everything in between
Left to go bless a show
with everything I touch,
I want to heal, I want to be whole
I want to live in a world where fear is obsolete
Where my blackness is not a crime
My goal is
you anywhere that’s di works
Of a baad mon
Harlem, baad mon
Brooklyn baad mon, Queens, Bronx
The whole a New York baad mon
See I’m a baad mon
Living in
and then you stock it
But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is
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
was fucked up in the hood, my
Nigga got stabbed in the
Shell doing crossword puzzles
Sick in the head, my idol was Ted Bundy
TSF business, surrounded by
It's all in my eyes, they never telling no lies
And you could tell by my eyes, I pray that I could touch lives
Good evening New York, I live
never becoming a bitch
Only thing I dream of everyday is to be filthy rich
New
York
City
I got to
Clap back
Hit a nigga where his caps at
Snap
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two:
used to write about dark ways and light tunnels
Now we're empty bottles from spouts of new castles
The canvas always stained from oils and dark pastels
there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed
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