Lyrics:
man, you go first son
I'm Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
On some thug shit, runnin' wild through New York City
Bustin' guns rockin'
flown past
As soon as I lose the braces,grit ya teeth till they all crack
Basic this greatness basis,from New york back round to new york
From avenues
to
Salt: No, I'm just ridin'
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
Hot '97, New York-style
Got my head racin', thinking deep
'Bout them
ain't gon' make it to summer
Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color
New York City motherfuckers
I got the post by the finger,
young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
Bring
Comin' deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin'
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
We destroy
Till she heard my sound move around till her hip pop
Shorty move around to the sound of my new song
GPS swag got the map like a tom-tom
I spit heat
coming back to this bitch
Uh, guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, hah
New York City
on the street
Rushing to and from
Day by day, another song
Playing in the park
Just to make a buck
A normal day in New York City
Where the dreamers try their luck
moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New york city of god
I 'den saved some of new york's
Sahn Dahn Boo Clique
Yeah time goes by
Walking through this city streets as time flies by
I got my timbs on so you know a nigga real fly
Tears of New
New York City! (Keith Turbo)
You're listening to the number one
The one and only (Keith Turbo)
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Pontiac GTO
[Chorus]
Deceptikons, Beatnuts make em say
Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit!
From New York to South Aucks make em say
Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit!
Deceptikons,
Dodge fans like New York City potholes
Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny
Money made me more hungry
'Cause majority wait 'til they chubby
And then
toll is in the thousands
Same number as the people died in New York
This nigga Bush is wilding
Yet smiling, while soldiers dying in a turf war
But what
Bronx
The whole a New York baad mon
Me rump amongst the best of dem
Shine pon di rest of dem
Simi shimmy bullets plenty
Shower pon di flesh of dem
Baad
behind that New York trash heap
Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
And it's (what) worker zig-zagers versus piggy badge flashers
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
pizza and Coke (what)
It's that New York shit
That real life grit
From the
Heart of the city its as hard as it gets
X4
Blade by my side for
lotion
That shit hit you smooth baby girl don’t it, yeah
I just wanna ride with you
Got a list of things that we oughta do
Up in New York City where them
around once
Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt
Grimy and gritty, New York City's top gun
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
BRIDGE:
People always ask me where I come from
When I say New York that May sound off to some
Cuz in their mind their thinkin' that's the city
But I'm
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause
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