Lyrics:
busstation
Or I can take a plane
Give me a sek and I'll tell you how it went down
[Kool Keith]
I stayed in New York, depressed, walkin' mad through the block
in the depths
Keep a tech tucked curl
I'd never hurt a fly
No lames worth the hurled
Gotta grow a foundation
For a brand new world
World
You move
on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove
Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
why'knamsayin?
I got my Detroit niggaz
I got my New York niggaz
I'm a Chi-Town nigga
And it's goin down for the new millennium motherfuckers!
England
See, we're a bunch of criminals
It's in our DNA, friend!
The black people here, are Aborigines
They didn't know they're black
'till they got a 50
that is quite the same
It seems unusual
But in fact it's just another day
It all seems so alive
Another New York day
cater
Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor
But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit
or get the glock and blaze
blick in New York like Woo
Cousin Lil Dee, call him Skelly, just wan' crash when Top say shoot
Play with that dog food like my cousin, profit jump back
me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
niggas in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that don't look right but listen black we be aiight
[Incomprehensible]
Smokin' blunts by the boxes
the crib without one weapon
That's why we keep a couple real close by
Goyard duffle, I be so fly
Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie
Different kind
Famous for art and you dudes need a scandal
They sellin' trauma as drama to scam you
Who the real plug? Playin' strings
And they amped you
From New York
to go shop in New York
Shout out to Brooklyn, rest in peace to Pop, he made everyone cop em some Christian Dior
Ex called me up twice, ignore ignore
My
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
look me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
of the city (New York)
And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might
forever
I need a bad thot cause they down for what ever
Ask roka got the beast coast on his bonze
Nation heat do this for the razza
New york living got
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
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
the rapper with clout other niggas yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units
the harbour in New York
And he swam like a man made of cork
He saw the Lusitania in distress
(What'd he do?)
He put the Lusitania on his chest, big chest
Drank
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
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