Lyrics:
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?
Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady,
die today,
I jus want my city back,
Damn I miss the block parties,
50cent candy bags,
75 cent for da slushees,
Riding round on our huffes,
I jus
die parkeerterrein van Menlyn
En vir almal wat hyg na asem in die verkeer op die N1
Ek skryf vir die Pretoria News en vir die uitsig van die Uniegeboue
York milly rocking like Carti
I'm back to the D in the city in a Rari
Me and my niggas gone pop to the party
Hit you with a swanton bomb Jeff hardy
Now
where it started at big up to hip hop
Proud to be apart of dat
Learn from da rap gods
My city be da heart of dat
Grew up in da backyard
Wit my new York
Amore ti giuro che la vita cambierà[00:17.15]Ti porterò in Cadillac[00:18.03]Ad un mio live al Mandela[00:19.33]Vestita di Prada[00:20.51]Ho ancora i
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
Started with nothing now I’m in New York with a lil bit
I’m smoking out of the raws &’sippin on raw til I feel sick
When I hit da club I sneak my
One, two, three into the fo
I write in the night, still shine like soul glo
I'm from New York City been blessed with a slow flow
Raised with shooters
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York
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
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
[Chorus: x4]
B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here
Pink Housings, East New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck y'all know
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
chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never give them strange looks
You might be in danger
Don't do well with strangers
City we from made us
your story?)
Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?
(The orphanage)
I established the first private orphanage in New York City
(The orphanage)
I
I'm the king of the city and I keep it jiggy bitch I'm from New York
Baby she tell me she like it
She touching all over my body
She tell me Meech I
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
I'm just a city guy living fly getting high
Live it till I die getting by, whipping by
Stand solidified big times to different sides
it[00:45.03]Throw sum ones club rockin some panties droppin (droppin)[00:47.19]I'm only droppin for bags[00:48.70]You only see me in cars that go fast[00:50
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