Lyrics:
shops
Damn they tryna get my man what Saddam got
Say my name and wake these
Niggas up like alarm clocks
Niggas run away and they hide
Saying New York's
you walk
That's the swagger that you come with when you come from New York
I'm a hustler, I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate, come
Double cup and I'm slowed up
Smokin' dub with my chauffeur
Sneaka fly, hitta stylin' I'm the reason why you nigga's foamed up
New York and my slow bucks
DC
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
"Bring 'em up dead"
"Statik Selektah"
"Can you say New York City?"
"Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime"
"Bring 'em up
a girl
Well, Mary
Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Chinese
But you know where we goin
Miami Beach
Cali streets
New York City
Where we pull up
That's the scene
Yeah
This weed is exotic
Without it I'm toxic
in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's Hersheys bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
girls you make a mess out of me
But I always come back home to New York City
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
There's gotta be something better to talk about
Ask a stupid question, I'm walking out
I highly
Cleveland, Charlotte and New York New York
All the girls from California to the Jersey shore, we’re going to rock your little cowboy world
We’ll match you
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
ain't gon' make it to summer
Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color
New York City motherfuckers
I got the post by the finger,
stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast little girls get
Pregnant throw they baby in the trash
China white wizzy
General guidelines to ride by
Can't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mine
Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime
And nigga we
just gotta know tell me if you're riding
Flight to New York, sorry I'm jet lagged
I'm on the xans, will you just come back
You are the one, tell me you
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
That the flower's killing me
With my intuition in remission
I gathered my guitar, got into my car
And left town for New York
I couldn't let Daisy
new york, don't get outlined and chalked
Yo! I said hello hi hi hello hello hi hello (hello)
I'm ready to black, spazz and smash shit with N-O (N-O)
nothing on your old dude
It's like a drive thru
He just coming by for the side view
That's not what I do
Girl I park my car and come inside you
This a new
to new york,
I promised the bitch, but she out of control,
Hollywood shit with jazz in the car,
I can't see the top of buildings ´cause they fucking tall
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