Lyrics:
like it's second home
Boy this Steel City framed for my new dreamin'!
I'm...backstroking in my blessings
This ain't no relay race, you can never catch me
to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
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
from the city and your runnin your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call get the news van out
Explain to Tritia Toyota on how your crew ran out
We comin live
in the house, yeah
Word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanamsayin', 'cause we from Down
in the house, yeah
Word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanamsayin', 'cause we from Down
rankin
Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!
Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
a memo (my name in a memo)
I hope it get to you in peace (I hope it get to you in peace)
Sendin' you my love from New York City with peace
Sendin' you
Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg
got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I
me the way, someone please stay
It might be a different shape
or a new way
Wave down!
By now
I can create more indipendent thoughts and I walk with
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
And I'm from a small city but
I got some big dreams
Daddy left me as a youngin'
Jail was his location so I had no motivation
But I was still dedicated
Can't
in the sky
She fell in love with getting caught was always lying in my face
And so did I cz all the ways she made it up to me were crazy
New York City
Vibrate
Yo
Live from the new mecca
It's the chin checker, the mic wrecker
West side repper
This trifecta A Tribe, you 'Tribeca
I'm Reed Fantastic
Slapping
We kick it way back way back at the kickback
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds where ur wrist at?
Feeling like I lost that can I get a call back
where you at
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felicissimo melting pot,
Thinkin' back to when my life was most confusin'
Weaved together place to place by anime and cartoons then
Doors locked, no one home, hop the fence,
the way from New York City down to your motherfucking set
KRS-One, you know how we do, son
Coming through on that break dance, one (one)
Two (two),
a new way of life?
I then said yes and I committed myself to a year at city team
I feed the homeless 50-100 people a day breakfast and dinner.
I attend
spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old
to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
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