Lyrics:
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Somebody came to die yall
If i was u id hit that nigga from beside yall
Hey yo im drunk bouts ta get his head bust
Shit we came in this club to get
like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you
it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with
a brick, I meant to say book
Promise I will not slip again
Continental, no Michelin, well it's only there when I'm in the Benz
I'm bein' hated by many
New York litty
Fly Papis in the club
Came thru Drippin
Pulled up wit the Day 1z
And We all Tipsy
All Eyes On us
Cuz We So Pretty
Bouta get bouta get
NY
Me, Wait Till A N**** Get In Range
Hate When A N**** want to Run His Mouth, And Live His Life In Pain
We Ain't Even Used To This, Talk And Where
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
3 hot rappers thats out no lie
Lets see theres me, myself & I
I might flip out & bug once da la gets in me
And go stab a nigga like Ja Rule did fifty
you
Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in
Niggas Don't Know Me, Wait Till A Nigga Get In Range
Hate When A Nigga want to Run His Mouth, And Live His Life In Pain
We Ain't Even Used To This, Talk
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
[Chorus]
Oh, what a night
Late
Straight cash no sneakers in the shoe box
Straight cash no sneakers in the shoe box
Bout to open up a new spot
Cause my youngings they been active
I got my chrome wit' me
Back in the day, I wanted to bone Chilli
My crib private, can't take you home wit' me
Racks? I done blown fifty , copped
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
old
How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go
My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs
In the club sippin' P&J on the same
How to get you, man
Damn I hope you understand
Money came with the scam
We be chillin'' in the cities
Of New York and L.A.
It is all good
on the glizzy
With the brightest flash
Extort a bitch nigga in the hood
He ain't from da South
Dropped a whole 50 in they whip
What they talkin bout
The opps said
I Can Get It In New York
See The Streets Know, This N**** Here'll Let The Heat Go
Be Low, Don't Be No Muthaf***in' Hero
A Kilo'll Get A N**** Whole
wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
it up one time one time, yeah
Gonna live it up
We going to live it up one time, one time, yeah
Gonna live it up
If your girls in the club and you
up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
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