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Nigeria. He has also won ranks in Nigeria in Hip-hop at Rank 1 in Abuja, Rank 3 in Lagos and top 20 in Nigeria before moving to New York. Angel Henry
Of biggie
D-Flex my Diddy
Bad boy without Diddy
Club mob'n them bottles poppin
My CMM squad with me
Am riding around
New sheriff in town
And am Saddled up in
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
to school, go to the
Movies, go to the club, go to the store
Turn on the news
It's like were livin' in a war
No one to trust
The cops are the fuckin' crooks
In
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
Capri
Let's celebrate New York, around the world, and
Yo, Ghostface, go in heavy, man, let's do it
[Chorus 1: Ghostface Killah (Rare Earth "I Just
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
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
go)
This year shit it's all on me
I'm hollering happy new year
Haha, yeah Curtis so while you watching
The ball drop in New York
Well this what they
want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm
them orders
In that '02 Porsche truck weavin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters When I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar 50 cent
or high class?
You'd probably live in a trailer park and be white trash
In any case that be the ill shit right? (Yup)
But there's a good and bad side
You came by to grab your things
And take photos with my cat
Walking to Central Park
Talking about your New York past
In your eight years here
Your
(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!)
the doctor
The mavs gon' drop ?em
If 50 ain't rockin' wit him no more
It's ok, I get it poppin'
The whole club rockin' like da 6-4 Impala
Drink Cris
E La mia zona fra è New York
Mi sento su un grattacielo
Spero di volare in alto
Anche se dentro c'ho un peso
Ho lasciato tutto il cuore
Dentro quel
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
get hit in da ribs man about his
And u dont gotta like it I give a fuck if you did
Ion need to be certified by ya people for me to live
What you feel
a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck
to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their homelands
By governments seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called
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
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
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
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