Lyrics:
never faking busy
They treat me like I'm so alien they taking pity
I'd take all 9 bullets in the place of 50
Only 6 homie that been spitting in the face
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra
Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon
history,
And, it’s pretty compelling…
Group
We think you’d agree.
V2 Woman 1
Adds a new dimension to femininity…
And, immigrants in New York City,
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
and New York City
Stupid money spent on dirt that could buy
Ducati stacks spent on yay could buy me a Bugatti
Always forever that swaggeristical hottie
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets,
stay in New York
Her baby daddy, he be ballin' in the NBA
Fuck that
I'm in New York fuckin' with Charlamagne
I done poured all my syrup
I got more
on the scene
a intense gun battle between police and known drug dealers
from both the local area and New York City
The shooting's been ongoing since early
with money and diamond cluster
Let's talk in layman terms
Rotten apples and big worms, early birds and poachers
New York is evil at its core, so those
Tical
Verbal assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some talk
While other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide thoughts
(Shoutout 808 Melo)
We goin' to New York on this
Go (4PF)
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
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
(what?)
We can beef, I don't give a fuck, any street, stoop or block
Compton, New York City of Rocks
You ain't never been out the hood? don't go to far
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
times higher than they were in q2 2019
Of individuals 18 to 24 25 point 5 percent had considered suicide
In New York alone google searches increased for
that are fitted in you
When you thought it couldn't happen
We gonna take you to a new level of hip-hop
Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's
tilt)
Cactus Jack on my shoe, in this shit
I came from the mud straight to the top (yeah)
Shooters outside double parked
I'm from New York, she like
(knock knock)
Hol' up I'm coming
Check the camera, oh that's Chuck? Let em in and take his money
What you got? He spending twenty?
Take this fifty, get
Oh because I run New York.. I told you..
dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash
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