Lyrics:
to more green backs than
Feathers to a bird's wing
Creep MC's people's heads are full
Of your worthless garbage a bunch o' bull
My stuff got you started, no
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
See these two portable radios
Well, watch this, let her go Betsy
Your old found portables have to go
But
I'm in a rut
I'm in a haze
I'm laying low
I
Father
Please forgive them for what they do not know
This that shit that make MC's duck down low This that shit that make MC's duck down low This
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
one since birth.
"New York is number one today in the house!"
[El P]
I'll do the simple shit; strike harder than Hoffa.
El the maladjusted, MC
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
there's really nothing new to it
It's the cycle that I'm in and it works fine
Apply it to my life and the people sitting right by
Yeah it hurts for a minute
the sucker MC's try to prove a point
We're treacherous trio with a serious joint
From sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
the sucker MC's try to prove a point
We're treacherous trio with a serious joint
From sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin
Just like
got me started real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
Chicken in a battle yes my brain starts
That's my flavor, experimental behavior ?by scientist?
Got props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens Zionists
The Manhattan/New Jersualem type
plucked like rose pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions
Wack MC's only lasted one season
The morale was low at the corral
Adjective
with the levels
I'm a chill MC but I
Kill MCs like scorpion venom
MCs get squeezed like lemon
Still been stuck in a rut like Kevin
If Nerve spit's raps
the funky ass bitches
Newark, New Jersey's on the map, comprende?
And confrontations start from the blunts and the Reme
And if any, MC out there want to test
in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin Robin scream,
so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin' Robin scream, "holy moley!"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
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