Lyrics:
I didn't know the cold hard facts of life
I passed a little wine store on the corner
I pictured pink champagne by candle light
I stopped the car
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
wish for a wife, Robert?
Don't, you're a lucky son of a gun right now
Hang in there
Actually, I didn't wish for anything
Whadaya mean you
it'll be no more
Maybe I want some more
I guess it's time to explore
Didn't I blow your mind this time?
This time
Didn't I blow your mind this time?
This
no comfort in the can
When your down in Matamoras gettin' busted by the man
If I had not seen the sunshine I would not cuss your rain.
If my feet
through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme say-er
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
by the stack, comin' at us, get your weight
've even hustled around my block, but hold up, I digress
I've paid my dues, see this life I didn't choose
My face on the ten o'clock news, shit I refuse
I
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
Then you play your cards
(Then he through dealing I understand)
Don't blow your dough on hotties
don't care", that's what Ricky says
And if I catch him, then this kid'll be dead
I don't play that, mami
Now back to the 'jects you go
I left your
Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One
thought I was pregnant by you
But I didn't care
I just talked to my son
Would he mind another one?
You suffered sweeter for me
Than anyone I
from the scene
Goddammit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard
So put your panties and your pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans,
be a hero to your little kid
Or a villain, either way, I'm the fuckin' head
I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then
they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guardin'
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn't read the signs
I didn't wanna talk
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
potions and lotions, herbs and tanna leaves
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew
Vanished Marie with hate in her eyes
'm tryin' to watch the show!)
Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though
I didn't say anything that wasn't true
Your father's
Halloween!
What's this?
What's this?
[Repeat]
[JACK]
My dearest friend, if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze into
don't care", that's what Ricky says
And if I catch him, then this kid'll be dead
I don't play that, mami
Now back to the 'jects you go
I left your
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us
Condo blow
sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
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