Lyrics:
Sitting down by the stove
Warming up fools gold
Can't seem to control swinging to soul
Leather and rhinestone
Imported from New York
May
better be 'Kool G' or 'KRS'
Better be 'LL' or 'Slick' or them
Neva put me in the 'Top Ten' BITCH!
It's disrespect to the life that burnt the verses
I left my home in Norfolk
Virginia, California on my mind
Straddled that Greyhound
It rode me past Raleigh
And on across Caroline
Stopped in
like the sovereign
Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
the new age
Complication
Lens in the bath
Of a new destruction
It's different now
It's what we always wanted
Alienation
Self-destruct
At the count of ten
Bobby felt free
Bobby was young
24 years old
He was from New York
The best city in the world they say
One night Bobby got drunk
He was in a bar
Got
shit
To make my niggas from East New York flip
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY)
You
through your dome like the omen, foaming
White sheets got ya wrapped like a roman
Back in new york, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
Niggas
on capitals like the sovereign
Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch
I should be living on my own by now
Not in my parent's garden annex
I should be looking for the long way round
Not in the safety of a hammock
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.
Stopped in
Maybe I'm crazy, baby, drunk out my skull
Hollerin' in the streets of New York
And maybe I'm lazy, babe, find any excuse
To take a day off of work
divided by
A time zone away
The New York lights
Will show where I'm pretty
And the Chicago nights
I'll breathe in the city
On an LA drive
I'll drive through
[Chorus: x2]
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these streets
Fuck dis industry
Bitch I'm in these
She was everything to me and she was my woman
I can remember the first time we met in New York City, in Central Park
I was wearing a pair of white
Bad reputation across the nation not enough Pirate Love
One by one they say goodbye
Some may live, some may die
Got their names sprayed on walls
In
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
to the manuscript
'Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit
ten more years
Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash
He'd act like his head was too big for
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot one baby
AC:
(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse
AC will make you hot, girl remove your
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
thought an MC who was seen on TV
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
To bless her ass Uptown,
Pick up my bigga nigga, who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten New York, first flockin'
Because
Joni sang me a story
Misty-eyed train ride New York rain
In the morning
Time's not ticking, it's pouring
Each tock like a drop of the melting sun
Sun
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