Lyrics:
a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be afraid but I
Minnesota Vikings and New York Giants
1961-1978
(22) Bob and Danny Zarem: American
Publicists managed publicity for Dustin
Hoffman, Cher, Schwarzenegger
New York?
Church bells in the night
Times Square lit up bright
Skaters in the Plaza after dark
And if it's meant to be
Well then maybe you and me
we watched the candles melt
I made the best with the cards I was dealt
I'd be lying if I said I did it all by myself
All I wanted was some new J's
Vans
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five
Reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they
Heart a splash of bull's
You go about three blocks then take a left"
Or they might tell you the third world
Is a new health food restaurant
I know the first time I heard there
C-74
New York bitch, adolescents at war
Fuck the government, yo they made us this way
You a fagot, listenin' to what that chick say
Escape route,
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
was obvious, but how many stripes?
Later, we added more stars and bought Alaska, wholesale
Put an ad in The New York Times
It read
Wanted, covered
and I talked to an Israeli woman who was living in New York and she was really having a hard time living there, and she was always complaining about
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
the basement where uncles were fighting
It hadda be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It hadda be foghorned into New York harbor
It hadda
took
We on some different shit smokin by the brooks
Thumbing through some blues got some pinky's too
New shit getting views
Play it a couple times
Give
Howard Stern used
To work radio in Detroit
Before he became a New York City big shot
Howard and the clowns go way back"
I'm Violent J and I'm certified
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
about why I'm so angry, but that makes me angry
Now I'm stuck between anger and responsibility
But I gotta do what I gotta do,
No time to pout, I got
Three times
Checked in checked out who the fuck these niggas is
KJ and J. Athens with me take a lot to shine like this
3 here 1 there guess I might
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