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and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds trying to question me, they run up in my hotel,
They said
the city
Shirt up, I'm putting my name on her titty
Turn up, New York to Philly
It's Zach Zinn, I'm going fifty for fifty
Way up I'm messing with these
they knowin´ when D-Bo was
50 , Tweezy , Obie there won't be no hoe in us , they pop shit like they gon´ do shit but no one does
From New York down
berry bet she tastes like a cupcake
First asked her what's your name then after where you stay
She said I'm from the New York thought damn it's such
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
and Philadelph'
And know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork
And as for we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York
I ought to say my fam
ships passin
Rappin, no actual action
Now here she was live, all the way from back home
Bodily counterpart to the voice over the phone
I spoke to for
the world
But you stopped the nation; we still got a few good spitters left
Slim, Kendrick, Jay-Z, Dre, 50 Cent, Royce, Tech
But the new type of rap that
smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cuz I'm from New York
I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head
I'm
him if black
lives matter, it feel good to be black
But you know where we at (Know where we at)
I got more than fifty shades of grey (I got more
a[00:14.79]Religious guise and pulled by their own whims[00:17.24]It's a tough thing to feel like[00:18.66]Your gifts place you on a stage[00:20.21]When some
I got a young street nigga like Roddy
Three deep in a Jeep with a shotty
Hail Madrina I’m the new Illuminati
Spanish plug ducking from the federales
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Ca-li to New York
Introduce Posdonus y'all ('nus y'all)
Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all)
Be the words
(silly)
They know my name throughout my whole city (New York)
A couple hoes showed titties, brought my locs wit' me (it's cracking)
And we ain't sharin'
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
through walls
My ministry, we ain't know we was livin' hazardous
Savages, first niggas in New York with Bentleys
Tyson, Kedar, Puff, Stoute and then me
to five, got a truck full of chicks
Just leavin the disco, me and my man from the knicks
Oak dog, later on because they live in the bricks
Jumped
want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New
all night
Schoolboy you better School ya boy
Hit you wit the ruler boy
I'm the new 50 cent I will
Fucking Ja rule ya boy
Chillin to Shabba Ranks
Fo're I
in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's Hersheys bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
and eat, I know New York feelin' me
Nights in New York, be my favorite type of nights
Bury me in the concrete, ask a question about me
Ask me how I'm doing,
shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I
busstation
Or I can take a plane
Give me a sek and I'll tell you how it went down
[Kool Keith]
I stayed in New York, depressed, walkin' mad through the block
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