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Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
The city on our back, we was the opening act
Throw our tapes in the crowd, they throw 'em right back
But we stayed on track, they stayed on the tracks
I
gon' kill sumn
LA niggas gon' kill sumn
Them niggas locked up killing sumn
New York niggas they killing sumn
Ah man salute New York city ma' nigga
If
to live so long, we learned about the struggle pre-teen
When I come on, the streets scream, a New York City jeep scene
Two-hunnid thousand seat lean,
believing em’ now
The only one holding you back is you, it’s time to make some moves cause
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York City
A hundred
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
want to live you got to say a prayer
New York welcome to my hood
I'm a show you all what's really good
Welcome to my hood
Death in the air
If you want
up to be a fireman
I put out every fire in town
Put out everything smoking
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
Gave me life
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
project gon'
Make rappers rethink they whole visions homie
Times that I thought I wouldn't get far
But these rhymes gave me the fuel
I call them Cliff Bars
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
linked up and I was in Crown Heights, I was livin' in Crown Heights
I was over there on Pacific between Ocean and New York
Boom, like, yo
We had to do
sweat & tears running down my cheeks
May my troubles drown in peace. I'm riding on a wave of luck
Wiser if I gave it up and might have if I gave a fuck
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
colour as you
Looking after these kids that belong to you
What more can I do?
I just wanna donate a million by June
Now they hating on me
See me in a red
Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed
knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk much, real calm and collective
Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective.
I tell'er fall
Six o'clock silence of the new day beginning
Is heard in a small Texas town
Like a signal from nowhere, people who live there
Are up and moving
'm the present, that why I'm so gifted
I got a couple Hittaz down in Memphis'll
Clear the whole room out, they don't leave a witness
Been running the game so long
I
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I am rare in the jungle
Catch me out they pull out they binoculars
They call me peso no poppy stuff
I live
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