Lyrics:
nigga
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigger,
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New
the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own
In dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and
These guns
Hundesöhne sind auf Clubhouse, Bullets im TEC-Lauf
Und das Game löst sich in Luft auf so wie der Kushrauch
Bbm, Gang-Raid
Narcotraffic im Bentley
fi know
How fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift
So nuh badda wreck it 50 Cent, Sean da Paul
Dem a tell dem who fi check it
They said they
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home
New York - New York i run this city
I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy,
for kill
On these New York city sidewalks we walk
Camoflauge, dodgin the eyes of the hawk
Kani Sport, totin the fifth, slidin off
My live source
Yo LA niggas are the rowdy niggas
New Orleans niggas is rowdy nigga
D.c. Niggas is some rowdy niggas
New York niggas is the fucking wildest
I Can Get It In New York
See The Streets Know, This N**** Here'll Let The Heat Go
Be Low, Don't Be No Muthaf***in' Hero
A Kilo'll Get A N**** Whole
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet
alle fertig
So wie mein Part - jetzt ist Doc
Ich bin draußen, wie Mario Barth in New York
Chef zu dem ket ist jetzt am Apparat
Der für Lügenmedien nur
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
the thing is in New York, even
That corner store know that any minute, shit
He could get evicted and replaced
By some fucking organic spinach
So it's every
ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned,
LA don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
In this "Lean Back", said my shit was a dud
Now tell me have you ever seen him up "In da Club"?
No, no, no
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
King of New York man king of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6
in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused man, my money
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
fallin out da sky
Bitch if I'm priceless
Then burry me alive
My pockets like caskets
Death live inside
I pulled up to the club on dubs
They say look
it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in
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