Lyrics:
your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him
to new york!
Fly to new york!)
(fly to new york!)
(i don't know!)
His peculiar attire
And the flies he require
Keep leading him on
'cause
girlfriend, are you listening now?
Fund me, I need to go east
New York Makes You Gay
Why ain't you so upset?
Call me mum cuz I'm lonely
Need your hugs and your
going to... Yes! They were going to NEW YORK!
"ETHELL, we're going to... New York!"
But first they were gonna stop in LAS VEGAS...
It's off
take Lil bank
Boss plays
This trap insured
In Allstates
Get money watch a Nigga proceed
When I swerve through these streets
No off days
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone
For these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya
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
yourself up when you fall down
Man, I'm looking like man, I never fall down
But you know what
I was a farther
Couldn't see my face, I wasn't insured ah
It
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
common sense by Thomas Paine (look around, look around)
(The revolution's happening) so men say that I'm intense or I'm insane (in New York)
You want
cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice
[Intro]
These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin with man
On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga
And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off
five o'clock
And I took off my necklace
And I turned on the heater
And I Couldn't stop shaking
So I put on a sweater
And I read the New York Times
before
Ménage à trois with Yolanda's if you're that hung and bored
But I'll be with the sawdust, chopping beats up to fund us more
Got a fleet of ideas,
I trust security, nigga, yeah
I'm in New York for like two days This shit crowded, I need my space
I don't know these people They think I'm 8 big with
cocaine, sniff is for snobs
New York suits and white noses for jocks
Got no room for addiction stop
Do not degrade our relationships, people
All my people
bing bong where the train don't work
If I dance too hard, make em hold my shirt
New York, we are, so ready for the war
Put em in the ER,
Add a Y
death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little
like I'm spreading on some mustard
This is house stark
I'm the warden of the north
Of upstate New York
If you thinking that we soft
Than you really far
here tonight dawg)
(Face Mob in New York City)
(Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy!)
(Don't fuck wit me, don't get this shit crunk up in here, Kay!)
(Cuz
Im on the farm with tractors of reefer
I go to Humboldt cause I get it cheaper
Fly out to New York with 10 bags of Diesel
And I still brought the A-R
A breast to finish the line: A new En-ti-ty
With more brainpower put in my rhymes than Hannibal Lecter's dinner recipes
Hello, New York, Domingo excels
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