Lyrics:
right now
Just leave your name and your number
Out)
(Hey yo, Dog, man, this is Beef
My bro, what happened, man?
We ain't goin out like that
Yo, we
to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music,
platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I'm just pimpin' like I'm supposed
I guess it's called livin', shit, I suppose
I'm on my live alone
months
He's still just 25, but it feels
Like he packed ten years' worth
Of living into 2012 alone, releasing
A heralded album, Channel Orange
In July
blindfolded
Gave a lady some wrinkle cream out of rat poop
You might just laugh so hard your skull cracks
Brain spills thick blood shooting out like
side
Believe
Though you swore it wasn’t true
Let your doubting cease and may your faith be new
Believe
Bridge
Believe (choir)
Believe the empty grave
minutes
Let's do what we told to do
New York, we run this here
I mean pa, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'ma do the chorus you ready
Lemme get this son, I just
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is his name alone
Music & Lyrics by Peter Furler
©©2001 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
And I can hear it in the busy New York city streets
And I can hear it in the country Georgia fields of green, oh
I can't explain, no
But it makes me
owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following
But on road, no, they don't understand, yo
Like, "What's your mans on? ", Feel like Cam'ron
Damn, you can fool the world, long as New York know
Feel
forever/Statue of Liberty/Long live the World Trade/Everybody sing it/Everybody sing it/In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of/ There???s nothing
to come to New York
And a time to leave
Enjoy your party
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
one voice should start it on it's own
We need just one voice facing the unknown
And then that one voice would never be alone
It takes that one voice
rankin
Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!
Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York
which way do you go, mister?
WILL
I wanna ha’ some fun.
OLIVIA
Alright then. Just remember, whatever happens . . .
HELLO NEW YORK!
WOO-HOO!!!!
You
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
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
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
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