Lyrics:
Nine-Five, New York City shit
You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
I started from the bottom, yeah I really did
And everything they say is true when you get
of death
New York to Cali, for the money power respect
Nas flow I always wish the legends the best
But I’m lowkey tryna get em off the list
The goal is top 5
co-exist
Been on the wave, they try to come copy
Up in Soho new york we stylin
Automatic clip gon' unload you dying
Whose world is this
I gave the hoe
pardon
Niggas off the net, now they think they hard and
Ben rep the Knicks, he know I rep the Spartan
New York, Adam and Eve, big apple and the garden
I
you say that
I slept where the World Trade at
Right at ground zero's where my head laid at
New York is where I'm raised at
When it comes to Hip-Hop, we
LcWRENCE
HcRVcRD OF YONKERS, NEW YORK
FRESHMcN FcLL cT U OF O
Go ducks!
WE THOUGHT THcT WE COULD CHcNGE THE WORLD
cnd we were right!
Yes! We adopted Joy
the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
manners
Some New York niggas thought it was funny callin' us 'Bama
Laughin' at the grammar 'cause they didn't understand us
Must've thought we slow, but
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could sing
Man did he swing
dad moving all this dirt
Brown eyes dancing in the sunshine
Swinging by the pool this world is mine
Jungle filled with sounds and sights
Trapping wild
to them niggas at the top
Who's the best MC's Drizzy Cole or Lamar
No worries baby Dane gone hold it down for New York
My new shit made some new dudes give
steppa nuh stop ask
who step pon me corn
Me already have portmore Spain town
Bay farm New York
now a the world ina me palm.
Flow dussa kick like masicka
feet, you bop to the beats, I laid in the streets
You can feed off my chi, yo my energy, millionaires, shaping- bodies
I’m From New York City, Harlem
autonomy
To colonize technology
It's not a new anomaly its called fucking lobbying
The world is just Monopoly
Your copying the competition eyes dilated
Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork (what?)
I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX
and German outposts, with the communists
New York the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B
in the sky
She fell in love with getting caught was always lying in my face
And so did I cz all the ways she made it up to me were crazy
New York City
I could see LA in the way you smiled, New York in the way you didn’t care
I could see Tokyo lights in the moonlit sky, Paris through light-bulbs
you're too deep you're guaranteed to catch the bends
You could spread news... north, east, west and south
My universe will expand way beyond New York
You
the best pronouncer
She's not club security but on top of me she is a bouncer
Not a crowd pleaser, so please sir
Just leave her and do not crowd her
New York
You know a nigga in New York we gotta smoke that sour Diesel
Be the Boss or get bossed around
Feel me
30,000 feet
By time you hear this
I'll be
I’m networking like I’m peter Parker stopping monsters in New York again
Circle small like Yorker collars now they want to make amends
Planted money
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