Lyrics:
You know, I been a guest in a lot of great places in my lifetime
New York City, Carnegie Hall
Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennesse
West Plains,
New York City is insidious
And Alexander is penniless
Ha! that doesn't mean I want him any less
(Doesn't mean I want him any less)
(Doesn't mean I
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
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
Puerto-Rican and a little bit Italian
Sitting on the steps outside the Natural History
New York fucking City and I love the history
Everything a melting pot
Newports uh
Dolph from south Memphis
But I got niggas in New York (yeah)
Stupid money, loud money
I don't fuck around money (Money)
Shout out to all my
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
all my stuff
"I'm going back to new york city I do believe I've had enough"
fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had
and thuggers
New York SlowBucks, them my brothers
ATL with Migos and Young Thugger
We gon' shoot shit up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look
you fine
New York City here I come
I might not leave this time
To the preacher man, I love you dad
Got your wisdom on my mind
Live what you believe
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
said give it ur all to win, I gave it way extra
I’m from where, for the right reasons, they did wrong
Tap in, see how cold the world is like Jim Jones
tell I'm from New York, Coogi with the Dodgers fitted,
I'm in the Mustang, got the Stizzy charging in it, top down,
Front seat, baby mama in it,
She like
'Cause that's my peeps and we row G
Flying first class from New
York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me
Not a motherfucker thing
Cartier wooded
It's no remorse
I don't tolerate
They been wildin'
For too long
I been watching out
From the towers in New York
They gone doubt it
Before they shout it
cities, new schools, different peeps, different rules
Pops working double time to keep us from seeing the blues, so
Mostly learned by my lonesome
Different
God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out
smart
What a damn find cherry pie
Took a long drive from new york city
Coffee dark as a moonless night
In the great northern hotel
The guest were
Belair
Now I'm too proper for New York, too New York for here
Too cocky for you all, too subtle for there
I'm just rare homie it's just not fair
baby-yea yea
City lights, city lights i look up and i see that it's true..
City lights, city lights in new york know its red white n blue
So much money i
I got 25 to Life.
For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life
QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
been the same muthafucka since in high
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