Lyrics:
a song about where I'm from
You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state
But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about
Prince lives here, we got
Vibrate
Yo
Live from the new mecca
It's the chin checker, the mic wrecker
West side repper
This trifecta A Tribe, you 'Tribeca
I'm Reed Fantastic
Slapping
as Big L
Turning this albums' flow over, by just one single
You might know already my name is risky
Приехал из Сибири, from Russia, путь не близкий
Far
back home to New Orleans
Big city days
Seeing if it pays
Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raise
Big city night
Hanging on too tight
to the studio late, and I can laugh about it
Then we hit New York City this late
York, you a bitch from Rochester
Home of the Evil Genius, God bless ya
He blew up, what happened to you? Let us invest-a-gate
Ya see, he couldn't wait
York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for
revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz thirsty for chedda
You shinin' you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap
fucked up I'm numb
Man what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home
I was like 15 when I saw you through
it all for New York and this love no need to thank me
Now we goin' take this to the west coast
Tyga Tyga
Uh, fast money I don't slow dance,
ha)
This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor
Just symbolize I go hard
Navy on Navy Camero I did all for the Yankees
Did it all for New
are almost there
Our favorite place on earth
Massachusetts
It's the 14th biggest state
Massachusetts
Just four hours from New York
Read amazing
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
years, my album flops this might be it for me
But all I ever wanted be one of those things atop the Christmas tree
Guess Santa's nice list skipped York
a memo (my name in a memo)
I hope it get to you in peace (I hope it get to you in peace)
Sendin' you my love from New York City with peace
Sendin' you
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
in the house, yeah
Word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanamsayin', 'cause we from Down
in the house, yeah
Word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanamsayin', 'cause we from Down
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way
And New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
Day dream of a rueger to the Lucas 'til the city is ours
Money, power, and the powder I would murder with y'all
In the name of King Kane "New York, New
hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five
Reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they
Heart a splash of bull's
the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough
Lamborghini mercy's and diablas
Rolls Royces, Mercedes Benz, and bombers
In the beemer I go bonkers
Maybe hit up New York visit Yonkers
Roaches in the bong
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
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