Lyrics:
name is New York
Runnin' wild in the streets
With heat, we don't talk
Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark
When light would shine from
your Wheaties
I'm into sweet cigars
Suntans and wet bikinis
Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page
Out the tunnel in the studio
To bring it
Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from a cell,
drive, nigga was action packed
That's Atlantis apartments, we live in half the back
That's where the 12 year olds there, they wbe flashing crack
Yeah yeah, yeah all that
The dumb way
Dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid
Yeah
Told Larry Live take me back to the trap
I used
Aye yo, 10 21 Atlantis drive, nigga was action packed
That's Atlantis apartments, we live in half the back
That's where the 12 year olds there, they wbe
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, hmm, old man Wrigley has died
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back
you feel so dumb, ain't it?
He in these streets, these niggas livin' 'by gunplay
And you already know what's gon' be the outcome, ain't it?
My mama
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now you're an All Star get your
stand another fight
The studio boss fired me, my future's been shot by
Chorus
The Three Martini Lunch
Things will get better soon, I gotta hunch
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
Now when the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Now on to the mental
why'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes
[Angie Martinez]
Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie
Come live from the streets
Daniel Daniel little boy
Leave the dreams leave the toys
The more you focus on your Future
The more and more you Emulate the life of a loser
Be
On the lower level where the devils dwell
Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell
Peepin' out the window, checkin' on the criminals
Out in
Daniel stares over LA
Tiny little stairs over his head
Out on the lamb
His lying's on the loose
King of the jungle
Running from the truth
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Ain't nobody holdin' you back explode the track to confetti
Unload it, 'cause niggas ain't ready the life of an outlaw
In the life we live as thugs
knows I need to need you
By the time this love is over I'll be sleepin' on the street
Damned if you love me
Damned if you don't
It's gettin' harder
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
Listening to Redman and Heltah Skeltah
Aye y'all remember that one joint from the Heltah
brown
Me brown no black
Ribs and mi chest, mi spine and mi back
Wait 'til you hear, when dis riddim drop
Head yuh toe, yuh body a rock, from me pon di
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