Lyrics:
had me gone
I couldn't think straight
Pimpin' was all alone
Shoulda seen her walking like a model do
If this was Twitter i would follow you
Open your
the name that will rain true that I do this
Ride thru new york we had steak at Peter Luger's
Smoke u live by the sword u die by the sword
Smoke I ride for ma
chinchilla
All relaxed on the sidelines
I'm so famous, understand
New York City respects my game like Joe Namath
And I protect my name like your anus
In
you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I
you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Just usin' your name I took those L's
Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells
Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw
Rhyme for rhyme, yours
from new york new york
Aint no time play
I got shooters shooters
And they tryna spray
On my way
Yeah I’m
On my way
They dont know by now
Yeah im on my
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
New York, uh! stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
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Just
"Late last night two undercover police officers were found brutally murdered in a Fort Greene
Apartment building in Brooklyn New York. At this time
Far away across the oceans
An undiscovered paradise
Forget New York and California
There's a better place, now close your eyes
Take my hand
We
the truth
You live inside a notion that the world was made just for you
Waiting for a mass awakening before you punch in
Someone's always getting in your way
I've seen the depths of New York City
Crash down on me, renting prosperity
I'm a seed longing to become a tree
A butterfly learning to use its wings
to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer
You're just bluffin'
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothin'
I sing fast, I know that
While it all rolls away, over and over again
PC 1
Went off to New York City with stars in your eyes
Thinkin that everything was goin your way
Didn’t
warm nut on your breasts
Ain't nothin' fuckin' with them bitches
(nah) from the West
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
listenin' to your homies they be leavin' you blind
what, I can trust her? (Yeah, yeah)
Word like I'm a king for real
New York, y'all know relationships
better there
Oh man, I'm calling bullshit
Cause on an island alone, it's just your mind and Wilson
I dreamt of Cast Away versions that had an alternate end
Been tried by the fire came out pure gold
I'm on that new level
Let your light shine let your soul glow
I'm on that new level
Had to learn
on the course for upstate New York
Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes
It popped off, one point in the mess hall
But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in
the choir standing harmonizing
It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
Hold Camby
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