Lyrics:
they mouth for
McGruff the Crime Hound, droppin' the nine sound
From New York to out of town be knockin' them dimes down
This is how we do it in
cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
>From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Flow from New York to Michigan
I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, bitch where you from
I'm a Harlem nigga, problems nigga,
the question
But Young Blesson is too an adolescent
Can I live i'm with the homies, on the gram
Hit a comment finna be
Scuba diving in that pussy
Yeah man,
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
That were faded from the store
And that old couch
We'd pull the cushions off if we found fifty cents
We'd go crazy, we thought we were rich, mmhm
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
knows you
Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,
Putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything
was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no
life flies by[01:49.71]And that's all fine if you live it and enjoy it[01:51.92]But ya getting' so annoyed 'cause ya[01:53.31]Stuck in some job and your
there ain't a problem that I can't fix
Transmittin live from Apocalypse
And the Cho-co-late, Boy Wonder, my sidekick
Cowabunga, these evil doers days are
an old beef
Lookin' screwed and sucked teed
And for what
I'm just tryin' to live and get my cut
[Regina Hall]
Can I ask you all the question
to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price
was secondhand
Either way we'll never land
Say a prayer 'fore I come around
Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
New York
I wake up from my bed
pretend that you don't
Know my names ascending
I'm inventing new ways just
To keep offending when
The sensitive Kids put in their ten cents
I present my
(Into - Instrumental)
(Verse 1)
I'm in New York real life feel like a dream
Bust from a small town vibe with the same scene
Central Park got good air
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash
you askin for a New York City war call?
We keep it gritty for all a why'all
But some you niggas act like you goin through menopause
And that's
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
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