Lyrics:
York, is where I'm from
So keep it on and you don't quit
That supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up down the line, Ant Live
[Ant Live]
Yo,
home for everyone
And even life on Mars
In the city of stars
Where there's these flying cars
A brand new home for everyone
And even life on Mars
the time he arrived in New
York City he was so weakend by tuberculosis. It was necessary for him to
have a cot in the recording studio so that he might rest
go from city to city.
Got an 8 year old name Christian thats a true religion
only name brand in my closet Lord is my witness.
flying state to state
a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
NO PITY LYRICS
I am a beast coming up from the east dog without a leash I’m released how can I be locked down New York City home of the Grimey
of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on
Uniquely woven and continuously flowin intricately sewn into
The fabric of the nation New York City keep
flown past
As soon as I lose the braces,grit ya teeth till they all crack
Basic this greatness basis,from New york back round to new york
From avenues
between you and him is
That he lives forever
You'll be the first to die
Who nobody ever remembers
Cause the city never needed you ever
You committed career
across New York
Get it out out in all types of ice that you sport
One chain, two chain, three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall
there's no place I'd rather go
New York City forever, this is my home
I'll take the glitz with all the grime
See it through its best and worst of times
winter, nigga I'm from
(Compton, Compton, Compton)
It's the home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The gangsta boogie, the gangsta
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
York City is too witty
I come from a era of OJ cars, Latin Quarter
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't been to
You
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
Kaapstad
I’m from the city that government divide
Where you from
Kaapstad
I’m from the city where all colours collide
Where you from
Kaapstad
To live and die
and hopelessness proclaim in 7 thousand distinct dialects. A planet in total disarray
One New York City police officer is on trial for killing Ahmed Diablo was
streets of New York City. Smelling the sense of freshly lit earth as the cars drove by was a quick reminder that cannabis is recreational here in New York
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
backwards, ain't make the most of my time yet
Known as a rhyme vet in New York City's underground
Who missed his shot to blow up back when the chance had come
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