Lyrics:
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (dumb high)
In the flow like mighty easy to come by
I'm over to cali watching the sunrise
A meeting in new york I'll
to New York
Hong Kong and Dubai
London and Mumbai
Tall towers in the sky
I want N8 City to be a sensation a marvelous symbol of modern
A marvelous den for
that)
I got the key to the city (uh, oh-oh)
(Cali on my back, the new voice of LA and I'm speakin' for you niggas)
This is how it is to be a big shot
will initiate
(What?) And that's just me in a nutshell
Nutshell, nutshell, nutshell
Ha, Phife Dawg in a nutshell
New York's finest in a nut
Look
and chimes of the city’s clock tower. It feels like these sounds have existed here forever, part of the space, part of the life of the city.
Just next
New York City Woman © Sandy Rapp 1996
Born in the Bronx she was a teacher and a nun
Who then became a New York cop instead.
She ended up with twenty
L.A. and New York
So all you West Coast niggas, get that money
Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny
let this bitch blow
I ain’t Tory lanes I ain’t shooting yo toes
How I be hooping I feel like the pros
Keep a duce fin in New York like I’m Rose
They
bailed him out of a whole bid
I done traveled the whole globe, kid
New York City feel like my old crib
Ha, and I'm just gettin' started
Who else dropped
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
a gat stashed, you better start coppin
[Havoc]
Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow
on the street
Rushing to and from
Day by day, another song
Playing in the park
Just to make a buck
A normal day in New York City
Where the dreamers try their luck
Bad as in good, good as in hood
Evil lurks in the shadow, I wish a nigga would
Ayo, New York, New York, big city of dreams
But some dreams get
runnin cities like Geechie Dan
When Richie Cunningham was Opie I was low-key
Airing niggas that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for
life is filled with stress
So much oppressed, call New York City "9"
I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessed
Aunt Pam
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
that lives in the city, in New York City
Puts a brown bag under his arm
Walks down the street till he gets into a big box
Crawls inside and has a sea,t
(mmm)
So you work on wall street?
Mommy’s money or daddy’s?
Murray Hill got nothing on me
But sometimes
I really hate New York
I’ve never felt good
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Pacino
New Jack City Nitty should of played Nino
Nino's dead, got done by a creep
Now I'm the boss of course ? one tenth street
Chorus:
Harlem...
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Dynamite, hey man come on and make it right
Yeah, Mr meth AKA John John phenomenon
AKA Alicia Keys boyfriend in the video
Here we go yo, yo, yo, oh shit lo
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