Lyrics:
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
it (helpless)
I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, I'm (helpless)
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
In New York, you can be a new
Vettibeni
I have no Luciano, just a drum and a piano
There can't be no frontin' in these New York badlands
Where kids walk around with the mic in they hand
chillin' in New York
Drop the bomb on it
Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it
Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop
Drop the bomb
spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on new york, power my fort
Dips, consorted by
borders
Paris Tokyo then we headed to New Orleans
If it ain't foreign then it's boring
I discovered that before over seas touring
I live in a world with no
that day not knowing that they would
Never get back home we bombed Hiroshima
We bombed Nagasaki and we nuked far
More than the thousands in
New York
Jimmy)
Skippin' chemistry now I'm a chemist (a chemist)
Ain't no cap in my rap know I live it (no cap)
We spend rackies on Gallery denim (denims)
We
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 in Mexico
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
is serious son, you niggas frontin' (What you want?)
Don't make me have to body some(thing)
Hey yo
New York, New York, The Empire State
I live
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
ain't no way to live
An existence less than tentative, walking on bullet shells, still wearing bibs
Went from killing our leaders to killing our kids
Oh,
The Three Fifth's Compromise
Wasn't the only negotiation
About what slavery would look like
In the new United States
Three by five is point six zero
the bay and in l.a
In new york, ny, chicago, and atlanta, g-a
We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions
Cause motherfucker we've got posse in
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
moved to new york
In a dream they seemed caught
Where all had been perfectly planned
She decorated their park avenue apartment
In a 1920's
hard
When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just
guns
The words mum for fun son
Conundrums, ain't pretty!
In this cess pool called New York Shitty
I call it that cause it smell like shit!
Walk
Chinese
But you know where we goin
Miami Beach
Cali streets
New York City
Where we pull up
That's the scene
Yeah
This weed is exotic
Without it I'm toxic
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
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