Lyrics:
give you to collect your thoughts
Is another chance to one up
Ya'll thought I was done
But you ain't worth my time
Can't afford to risk making you my sun
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley
Ain't nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm
told you get out of the way
Told me to leave but you want me to stay
On a new level I ain't playin' games
Can't get attached we are not the same
I got
of them New York DJ's are jealous
I don't give a FUCK about Funkmaster Flex
He don't give a FUCK about me
They ain't playin my shit on MTV, a bunch
with that cash
Cause my niggas like racks
Better keep you a hustle
I don't like to tussle
Get shot by a fat nigga
Flexing them muscles
Your niggas ain't
callin New York
Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure
Or a success story
On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh
(yeah) walkin'
Can't let her just walk by, yeah yeah yeah
(Alright, hey) oh you finna get dry, dry
Oh if you look me in my eyes, tonight, ooh
(yeah, yeah
get it
Liquor hangovers, weed medication
New York City, L.O.X federation
Any jail cell, our music is meditation
You don't want my niggas to act up
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)
Chorus: Rustic
that you can say...)
(“Yeah well, useless as I am at least I can move that from there to there”)
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York
find anyway to fuck on me, she thirsty for me
No one fucks with you because you a snake
And I can't hang with you because you a lame
I ain't hanging with
a youngin, he only send straight at you (seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just can't catch you
Spin
Yeah, brand new whip, pull a brand new bitch in it
Niggas sick when we pull up, you know how we with it
Then cop every bottle, get drunk and then
Im from the jungle where you rumble and you gotta eat
New york full of haters, stay on point dont ever sleep
And as youngin never really know how
chance 'cause now we close as fuck
Just know that in this life of dashing it ain't shit that you can't overcome
I'm from no sleep on a mattress when we
grinding trying to get mines....
Love and Loyalty, I just can’t find...
Important Life Lessons...
Jersey nigga with a New York mind...
wave
'Cause they got some love on they new page
But news flash nigga you is trash
And they should throw yo ass in a dog cage
Niggas talk about me all day
and plus they stealing that's why pills go up inside need to be high like ceilings survive can't fall like them New York buildings I'm sky scraper high like
in c carters call me seasick
Blondes and brunettes, I feed them sea dick
A nigga get popped, I ain’t see shit
Love will get you killed
I can’t show no
feeling great
Oh yeah by the way I can't feel my face
Uh like Santana Lil Wayne off the fossil drank
Double the *Ching* and the problems what the fuck you
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
be glad
Can't touch my respect
You can't touch my respect
Tired of neglect
So you cant touch my respect
Can't touch my respect
You can't touch my
out, sometimes I bring miss ghetto out
Nawlins bleed through my mouth
So they know what I talk about
Nah bay bae you can't beat me no no
Heart cold
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