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
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
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
get in the way of those things
I remember when I was in middle school and it was cool
Riding my bike home there was this place I ran through
That
To rectify the damage done
Remove automatics; end the human hunt
Westside Middle School
Thurston High School
Columbine High School
Wedgwood Baptist
Living
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
Jordan in the flue game
Middle finger in the air what I tell haters
Then give them that shrug like the Trailblazers
Cut from high school
Years later took
zone to school every day
And my lil journey to the Central from Beacon
Had real fights, first time I ran from police lights
Children
Mourning my middle
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