Lyrics:
the vets who love it
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk
Legend in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House Gang
>From East point to New York
It's Outkast runnin' through why'all
Allaljuah
Oh why'all
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess
capitalist deliciousness reports:
"You can cure your lust for chronic insomnia when you're dead!
New York's ready for the die-off. Are you ready for
California
New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head
I dove beneath the bed
Fighting, biting nails, turning pale
The landlord's at my
said she missed her flight that evening
She never left, she wasn't at the fight you speakin
That's vegas this is new york you bugin
I held up my hand
(related)
Nigga, I'm sharp as a razor
Everything in my favor (favor)
Cartier, Times Square (Square)
I be in New York like the Rangers (Rangers)
Every
New York City
The shit's making Non Phixion not a conspiracy theory
I grab the Street Sweeper and the nine milli
And get on the horn and call my man
stop and talk now
D
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
C G A E
But I'll send you a tape from California
New
soul
From dark paths with potholes
To life's lessons leading to God's glows
Many miracles, believing in thee impossible
From Panama to New York
Teens
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
dream, to rap
He tells me he needs to come back to New York
And if he has this opportunity, he's gonna make it
I knew I was already struggling
I didn't
the now famous
A generation of new rap anxious
Being stalked by the same infiltration
Some crip, some ball
Some spit living life on call
Some wish, but
got to pilot the plane
This life ain't no walk in the park, it's a jungle, we all got a lion to tame
And I'm grabbing mine by the mane, I don't plan
flew from your clit
This pilot should avoid the cockpit
One if by land
Two if by sea
I guess we be
Blind and just three
Now we're happy
I disagree
of New York man
King of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got
It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6
we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he
Atop the news this evening this just in!
Thanks Bob!
Due to extreme technology advancements
I'm able to report to you live here
From what
Can tell by the way she blows.
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride the blinds".
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride
and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)
[Trav]
All this nigga know is, get money
it through the grapevine
Great wine takes time
Though it's by design
The blind
Struggle to read more, than dollar signs
Birds of a feather flock
scholars in hood impalas
In a New York Gonzales concrete cosmopolis
Where Gods live in hell bloody meadows where we dwell
Doing anything and everything
This is New York, yo it's getting dark
Night falls on the city finds me all alone
Makes me wonder should I just go on home?
And I walk up
from New York
Got a deal from another label
But the other label said the other labels
Ain't do shit for they roster
Shit, so they told me don't sign
I
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