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machete
I'm in New York off the pills and the drank, had a nosebleed, Zo woke me up in the telly
I ain't even cool with the bitch, why she blowing up

you
Told you that I’m tired being sober dude
Running through nigga, I’m just the coldest dude
California nigga’s know the truth
New York nigga’s, yeah

made sure Mamí put 14 layers of clothing on me 

Queens, I have so much to thank you for 
The most diverse of the FIVE kingdoms of New York City
cs if

And my life shouldn't be abolished

Let the whole world remember me
After my life is a bunch of debris
Feel the view of the city skyline
Mesmerized by

DJ:
Ladies and gentlemen, Club Cibola proudly presents... the lady who started it all... from right here in New York City... put your hands together

Publish all my scriptures in the new york times
Had to cut a friend off cause I saw all the signs
Jumping out the cack like I'm spring heeled jack
Looking

with the Uzi
Bitch, I put a, what the fuck did I just say, hoe
Pull up in the motherfucking
Plane, hoe, eating on a New York strip with a blonde bitch

has gone
How have things been with our father?
New York state is
Feeling vacant
Oh what a shadow cast
By that Erebus of a city
Unlike Rochester
I'm

and no debate
Thru all the highs and the lows
They always dominate
It be the kings of the East
And they got something to say
We be the most hated
New York

the plan
You said that they would love me
From New York out to Japan

And I hope you feel this in you
Seeing nothing but a task
The world inside my head
Will

on me, yeah clean like Docs
So many fishes in the world

I might have to build a dock
Get pulled over by 12
I had to hide the gas in my sock
Goyard book

synesthesia designed
My shit is cold it's sending chills down a carnivorous spine
I'ma convince them that I'll eat a beat by track number nine
If they don't

New York City, 48th Floor
		
		
		A room	
		Nothing more

		Silence
		Slowly seepiung into me

		Moving
		Watching
		Like enclosed in a capsule

the coffin
Hip hop is forever
Word to godson I feel that
If if hip hop is dead I am a ghost of it
RIP to all the beats we killing
Birthed in the Bronx New York

in your pocket, spread it ballin', ain't a crime
I can tap you in with my Boracay, girl, you can clap your fines
Pushing New York up on my feet, I used

Soon it's foreigns with sport kits
Times wasn't pretty you know how gritty New York is
Said fuck despair
Since young I told myself I'm something rare

who just had a big dream
No competition so it's me versus me
Lyrically speaking like I'm from New York City
Bring it back to the city leave a legacy
Yea

the maker

Penn rallies to Bin Laden

New York to ancient Latin

Gun Hill to Rooftop, man

Bergen and Brighton

We all fighting to sustain what we givin

And how she would've been back if it wasn't for me
I gotta girl that's from New York, knew her since we was kids
She put Big over Pac and I put Pac over Big

coming back to this bitch
Uh, guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, hah
New York City

a permit man
How New York am I?
Smack you with this dollar pizza and
Get it caught in your eye
If all you see is dough anyway
A metaphor for your mind
World

snow
Pure with the writtin' woe gotta watch that
Cork, gotta pop back reiterate
Draw pictures, re-illustrate new paintings
Face facts you ain't him

to many niggas
Just roll with a few

East New York, flooded with Bloods
I took care of responsibilities before
I turned to Dove
They quick to judge when

leave a eye witness
Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in
The back by the bathroom
Knowin all this shit no one knows
Way