Lyrics:
the police (what up)
A black man is running for president
But still no justice, no peace
Just we in our own hell up in New York City
And I'm thinking what
code
I'll be in New York when I'm spittin that shit bro
I ain't got a problem with lettin the fifth go
Your men look like bitches, tell them niggaz
York[00:32.03]Never hide out I'm outside[00:34.45]Keep that fye right by my side[00:36.94]Like a playground we gone slide[00:38.63]Brand new pack it got me fried
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
Stephen
Lil' hoe you know I'm independent, I ain't signing to no Geffen
And you know that I ain't playing yeah I really know my weapons
I'll really lock in
my money in Birks From New York to all places I been
I always wanna stay where I was birthed All the shit I seen, I needed, church
Through the strength
I'm catching flights, I'm stuck on go
Just left Chicago, hit New York then pass to bro
Throw the 3 up like I'm CP
Native baddie long hair her family in
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
King of New York man king of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
gon' melt you just like M&M's
Ain't Been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim, you get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim
It's like me and twin
Dublin, Belfast,
Derry, Glasgow,
Liverpool, Manchester,
Birmingham, London,
Boston, Chicago,
New York - the whole wide world!
Plastik auf G machen
Nigga, meine Kette ist juwelenbesetzt, Nutte
In jedem meiner Zimmer sieht es aus wie bei Jacob in New York
Alle meine Bitches haben
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
respect, I hop in the coupe
Land in the jet
Bitches can't keep their hands out my sweats
G-Unit
New York City is the ground I'm stompin'
And I'm in LA wit'
on the same day as Khaled I got another one
Been through the struggle but I ain't no bitch
I'm from New York, I'll tell you suck my dick
I got another one
Moved
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
fuck hoes from time to time
Prolific with this shit, I feel like Nipsey in his fuckin' prime
I ain't pressed by that shit you doin' cause I been did it
patch with premies on my feet
I got a New York bop itchy index like a New York cop
Sick in whichever city my tour stops
So by the time I get home, I'll
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot,
on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot,
make it rain hunnid's and fifty's
Get rich or die trying like fifty
Not from New York but dis is no cap
Navy blue yankee ball cap
Ugh
ABC shark tank
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