Lyrics:
on the Clyde
Oh sweet Mary sail on by
Mary, pride of Cunard, the fastest of her day
She sailed from New York harbour, a titan of the waves
Ten thousand troops
90 degree weather looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not
smoking blunts or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt.
I left New York
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
were in the New York Times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometimes I dial your phone
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes, you do
Times Square
an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
Come and roll
and your New York
Band blowin' them old Chicago blues
Ah Jesse, can't you see you're the one Jesse
Ah Sonny, this time it's you well Jesse
Your child is
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
think she's down there lookin' for you.
I've been to Chicago, baby.
I've been to New York City, too. Yes, I have.
Well, don't you know the big city
understand why your friends are all afraid
Get out your fears
Get outside your head
They're from New York City
By way of the interstellar highway
ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like "Word"
City slicker, New York delivery
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
by DviousMindz
New York
And I don't rap about the money, fight me, it don't excite me
But I negotiate well and I'm clutching paper tightly
Bought
keeps on spinning
It spins like a wheel
Young hearts are burning
Yearning to feel the magic
Feel the magic
From New York to London
From Tokyo
New York, New York, or a village in Iowa
The only difference is the name
If you're alone, whether on Main Street, or on Broadway
If you're
Yep
The Booms Back
True York
Yerr
BoomBaptist
I wade in the water of new classics
I zoom past all you lil suckas who do magic
You're too whack
I'm
This that new New York shit
That grimey gutter shit
That "other" other shit
That make you smack your mother shit
I mean it's obvi that we probably
The fools bend the rules but they're playing it cool
The shadow's passing by the New York lights
Going cross the country towards the LA shine
You're working
season
She Baugh a new whip around tax season/ he copped a new crib round tax season
I Baugh anew grill around tax season
I’m trana show my axx around
York to Acapulcos
Suicides on the car, hats off, they some coo' do's
I'm giving cats new flows to exploit tax loopholes
I'm the type to wear kufis with
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