Lyrics:
York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty
As for me, icy gleaming pinky
Lamborghini mercy's and diablas
Rolls Royces, Mercedes Benz, and bombers
In the beemer I go bonkers
Maybe hit up New York visit Yonkers
Roaches in the bong
I speak a new language of love
Some say that it is written in the circle
Others that it is written in the sun
But I protect myself by seeing
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
killed two months, he's back in the streets
With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man
We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up
But
decision paper wins awards
See me, hear me
Welcome to brooklyn, new york city 11206
Roosevelt projects, wild rose water the plant
Son you know what it is
pizza and Coke (what)
It's that New York shit
That real life grit
From the
Heart of the city its as hard as it gets
X4
Blade by my side for
hustle whenever you sleep
Two on a addy to sleeve
I put the rental key under the seat
Already know that I'm in the streets
Toyota, Key in this bitch
quiet. Even for New York city. I remember hearing a man ask someone else, Is she going to be okay?
I had just lost my home. I had just lost my parents.
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
Sahn Dahn Boo Clique
Yeah time goes by
Walking through this city streets as time flies by
I got my timbs on so you know a nigga real fly
Tears of New
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty
As for me, icy gleaming pinky
sidin
Nigga quit tryin you's a nigga for life
You can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes
But you know what...
You cant change
go
I drove like a demon throught Cleveland
With images of her walking New York streets in my rear view
Then my tape deck blew
But my mother's words
And you say New York City, Queens get that money, Kool Sphere, Pete Rock
I stay resilient, no matter what the cost or the losses, I'm focused like
to colonels
Releasin' thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly
And permanently upon this journey
Through the journal of the book of life
Those who took
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
I'ma eat your food
Cuz you pushin' keys while singin' just like Alicia do
This villian is wheelin' and dealin' the raw
He only pop his tags cuz he steal
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
Day dream of a rueger to the Lucas 'til the city is ours
Money, power, and the powder I would murder with y'all
In the name of King Kane "New York, New
the rain
I'll dream with them one day
It's raining, raining
On the streets of New York City
It's raining, raining
Raining deep in heaven
I
like the queen of New York
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about
fucking lonely
But ignore every text I get
I don't need your pity
Barely a dot on the map but I'll pretend it's New York City
Fascinated by girls twice
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