Lyrics:
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
bustled on and grew
And everyone had work
Homes were built
And a school was built up on the hill
This is our history
There was gold in the hills in the form
like a trampoline (up and down)
Yeah
In middle school there was no back for me
But now I'm moving cheeks like that song, uh, I think it's called
Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip-hop 1979
And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
So Mr.
extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge, my elementary
School of hip hop, 1979
extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge, my elementary
School of hip hop, 1979
to 8th grade
Middle School, my eyes were getting a lil destructive
And in school, stopped paying attention getting less productive
I was going through some
Looking at me for what
Because you show no nipples
Because you go to hickory ridge elementary school
I went to weddington hills
Unlike you
Yo body
in the middle that makes a trunk go, eh eh
But it ain't bout that,
It's about gettin' what you gettin' and givin' on back (yeah)
Big Fellas (six
or a lame. Whoring in your 20’s , school days slut shamed
My skin golden, cuz im in first place
Had a nigga nervous had em shakin bed frames. (Bed shaking)
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle
hoe giving me the shiver me timbers
I'm oh so cold with the rhythm it's hard to get with it
Stay solo from the women neglect to forgive em
Blow dope
a Middle Man
Blue check nigga ain't talking bout Instagram
Ran my shit up like a muthafuckin Marathon
Trap on steroids nigga no Barry Bonds
Name ring bells
downward thinking dead or dead to me!'
Down to the pool and narrow wharf he went,
Seeking a tavern which of old he knew,
A front of timber
Back Push Back
Hard know what I mean
Keep pushing cause
Something's got to give you know
Old school with the new shh
Exclusive Fabolous in a Desert
the ridges of the poison
Brave enough to listen to the critics and with noises
Depression nearly took away the vision
So I can not pretend like I could never
he did this
He's awesome because threw a ball at her face
The teacher got mad at the little girl
But she got mad at us too
I hate middle school
Wake
And always had me a fly ass bitch
I don't play around with niggas that be actin real fake
Even in middle school I was counting that cake
Throwback eddie jones
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