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gunnin us down in the street.
Abuse of authority ain't even it,
rather the vast majority of 'em is too damn incompetent.
When is enough gon' be enough,
I
rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
Load it
ha(Why, you touch?)
Like I'm from New York, it's word to my mother
Blessing the bitch without saying achoo(Achoo)
With my niggas, FTOS a zoo(A zoo)
You know
And the phenomenon accelerates, it never stops
So rewind, back to the days when we
Roamed through the trees and down by the sea
Like the historical man, with no wants
SILENT BATTLES
I WAS TOLD OF THE HAND YOU WERE DEALT
EVERY STRUGGLE, ALL THE SHAME YOU FELT
IF I COULD I WOULD WASH IT ALL AWAY, AWAY
IN YOUR WAR NO
the lunatic New York night
It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town
Or be hung in a tree
That's unlikely!
Tonight these crowds
Are happy and loud
New York night
It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town
Or be hung in a tree
That's unlikely!
Tonight these crowds
Are happy and loud
the lunatic New York night
It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town
Or be hung in a tree
That's unlikely!
Tonight these crowds
Are happy and loud
New York night
It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town
Or be hung in a tree
That's unlikely!
Tonight these crowds
Are happy and loud
had enough of that? Yeah, give it right back
Now lay ya head back and roll in the Cadillac
How we do what we do, what it is, where it's going down
Trying to live
Man I was down about a quarter
Now I'm up that
Found it's not about the loss
It's the come back
last year I lost my father
But I got my son
keep them if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't trust them
Hate 'em but won't bust them
Caking in savings, spending, wasting
It's like a custom
Tats
you know how we bang
He was my opp in New York and he thought that he wasn't a opp in the A
As soon as he touched down
Homie turned into a stain
Come
you for a ride on my boat, surprise it's called the ark
And I ain't biblical but this time is critical
Let's not go down like the Titanic
In the cold
you for a ride on my boat, surprise it's called the ark
And I ain't biblical but this time is critical
Let's not go down like the Titanic
In the cold
flinchin'
E
Sometimes you can see me in the cipher
I'm a star now, like a Mekhi Phifer
Live from the N.Y. state, it's the great, Dub
That nigga from
this frown and she needed space
I asked her if she's alright, she's said that it's okay
I knew that she was lying I could tell by the tears gone down her
It ain't takin much to knock your fort down
I come through marchin like i'm in the corps now
Left the city with some corpses
Bodies lyin round
New
caked up, yo, straight up
It's new, y'all living off of slave trader's paper
But I'm a live, though, yo, I'm a live though
I'm putting up the big swing
on. We don't have normal heat. Nobody invented a thermostat in New York City, so all the apartments you have radiator heating and you have on or off.
I took a road trip down to Iowa
I thought it would, clear my mind
I got marooned way out in new york
I passed Prophetstown it, changed my mind
the walls a closing in
Funny how it seems easy target got it Lined up wit beam hard to miss I'm On my new York shit
Here to plant my seed make the hole Game
and leave ya love ones laying stop the playin
Stone Cold from the Start nigga
I Get Str8 Cash I'm from New York nigga
Pull up in a foreign like it ain't
that shit that get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow, that's a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen'
Businessman, middle finger to your
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