Lyrics:
'cause they comin' out New York
I ain't get a call from you when my mom was in the morgue
Or a nigga needed money, so how the fuck is you my dog?
Got
really that guy
I talk a lot of shit
But I'm humble as pie
I been rollin' in the Benz
All day gettin' high
I'm prayin' to the homies
Hope they help me get
a 100 mill
Stuck by side since the womb for you I'll kill
We done tortured niggas to the max no emmet till
I'm the king New York yeah that's big shoes
the pockets. I'm living to die.
Niggas talk fly till I walk by
And pop something. you motherfuckers forgot something I'm not fronting.
This ain't rap.
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
There's gotta be something better to talk about
Ask a stupid question, I'm walking out
I highly
Guarantee you step out of line only one time
Enjoy that sunset 'cause you won't see the sun shine
When we line 'em up-
If life's a bad bitch, ain't
gonna leave you baby, goin' down to Steamboat Tennessee,
'Cause it's the last time you're a-gonna crease up bedsheets with me!
Your New York lights
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's
meant to be and I'm oh so glad I found you
Need you ev'ry day, gotta have your love around me
Baby, always stay 'cause I can't go back to livin' without
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
The chosen one, I make a dime every week
Riviere in my neck, now it's time for my teeth
I ain't never seen a young nigga trim in me
I went to New York, keep
I got the heart of a lion
We living in the jungle
Ain’t no room for being humble
Can’t stop you know that we wont stop til we on top
The family
there be light
No gang banging in new york tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger then life
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listening
know (I don't know)
I'm in the 'Raq, I ain't even see my moms, I'm with my bros (bros)
You tell me show up, I can't pull up armed, I don't go (won't
(haters support)
The haters support (yeah)
Joyner been workin' and I ain't takin' no shorts
When they tell me be humble, then I'ma take in too far
Shit,
A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk
got the centerpiece, I got the keys
I get the bag, and I count it by three
There ain’t no option, but to be me
Aye, we winning, and you know that it’s
more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in
cause they percs different
Max out a b for the family you
Know I surf different
Ain’t no chinx in my armour it’s clear
I’m god gifted
Tap in with shay
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
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