Lyrics:
of veterans be calling it quits
They be calling my flow I'll, but still I'm never calling in sick
This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff
Fuck
he's a schmuck
We're going to have a problem here
Cats in New York can box me in now
We lounging in the Chi
Let the story begin
By the beach
I hang tight
that days gone by look better in hindsight
But if all my heroes learned to fly then why can't I
I wanna be someone
Wanna live like it won't last long
Here I come, come to you in the very clothes
That I killed, killed you in and now I know I'm alone
I walk to you, rain falls from you
Can you wash
to the NY (end, why) I'm from New York
Now I ride, like good riddens, so I drive cause I'm driven
It's funny, there's addition by subtraction and money gon
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
and stuff
And like everything's worse than it actually is
Ya know what I mean
Yeah yeah I know
Sometimes in our lives
We can lose sight of things
They seem
black
Until the seats let back on your jet back
If you're a gambling man you could bet that
It's a sure thing not just a New York
Thing or a rich
mean? (A+)
A+ (You how we livin?)
This is New York City
Ninety-seven Sosa
A to Z up in the spot representin
Takin it back from here its sposed to be
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
bullshit
New York to Miami with that bullshit
You know Chicago with that bullshit
Kansas City down to New Orleans with that bullshit
Texas to Alabama with
a polish
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans
It's KK what I'm smoking nigga
And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it
Been smoking so much weed in public own a school with
decimated
You look like a Styles P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me
'Cause we was popping in New York and every hood
in the rain
listenin to they walkman(e)
talkin the New York fuckin slang
Partial Chorus
Verse Three: Rzarector
In the streets of New York
high
i am wasted
the firing
lust it comes in waves of sweet suffering
lightning
with no light to fear
deep down inside my lies
theres truth
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!
Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
Like
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!
Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
Like
Rain on the water In a dance to wash the street clean
In a choreograph with umbrellas and hats performed flawless by 3 million feet
Well it slows
and what-went-wrong headed south
Tryin' to track you down
Wherever I checked in, darlin' you'd already checked out
I'm no closer to you than I was the day you left
howl at the moon
Ooh
Feels like a dream tonight, a little break in time
As we howl at the moon
Ooh
Hey, it's a new summer
Can we live here
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every
Go and get it, this the mission, yeah
More life living, we not finished yet
Live it up
Live it up yeah
Live it up
Live it up yeah
Ain't no quitting we
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
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