Lyrics:
3 hot rappers thats out no lie
Lets see theres me, myself & I
I might flip out & bug once da la gets in me
And go stab a nigga like Ja Rule did fifty
hoes buy my clothes
I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder,
they knowin´ when D-Bo was
50 , Tweezy , Obie there won't be no hoe in us , they pop shit like they gon´ do shit but no one does
From New York down
New York or Texas,
Ride through in a Lexus,
A BMW, I trouble you,
So and forever this Big 'ol "W"
Hu-hu-hu, my Double are cruise, I'm a big rap
Whether it’s New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW, I trouble you
Throwin’ up forever this big ol’ W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves I’m a big
I roll with Pitbull
28 we tip on
Candy paint we drip wet
I be in new york with killa cam and dip set
I'm packin2 bangers the other rapper ain't
a brick, I meant to say book
Promise I will not slip again
Continental, no Michelin, well it's only there when I'm in the Benz
I'm bein' hated by many
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try something live or die by these numbers
I'd
Post wit a shotty
Tims on how I be
All blacked out
Hoody on wit da crack out
You can catch Mac in Marcy
4-5-6Ing it
Orange Bo Jackon's
New York
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
chiami Jedi
Perché sono Giovaboy
Tu mi annoi
E quando entro nel club
Come 50 cent
La squadra mi segue a ruota
Con la prontezza di un pilota
Ai miei fra non
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
(Hashtag M-T-6-1-2)
These n****s be mad for nothing they see me walk in the club I'm makin it bust
Now look at how fast they mugging, all cause I
lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent, i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in
the hood in up top, New York
Or you catch me down at the dirty dirty, A.T.L.
Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali Cali Cali Cali Cali
Catch
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
[02:47.27]That chick is brand new[02:48.43]We stomped on your crew[02:49.55]You know we ran through[02:50.77]That's Frishh and Luke[02:51.70]We back up in
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
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