Lyrics:
we created (what?)
They don't know how long we waited (we waited)
They said that I'm turning blue in the face because me and the money related (guap)
keeps us
Feeding us the common myth
People started rapping in the 70’s
What a bunch of shit done with the talk
Im lovin New York for impact in my heart
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
call me Heat Miser, blue in my top, you're not wiser
The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava (espionage)
Magma, plus you can't bust my crust
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin
It's Friday, you in for a long stay
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
dealers, shuffling cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang
cameras, dealers, shufflin' cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
'Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I
were up in New York on your honeymoon
Tonight I'm down, in Tennessee
I got that letter you wrote, it tore me up
But I don't have anyone to blame but
a music deal worth $30 million in 2018 by Nedjon media, from a project to boost his musical career with Blue Pie Records, White label records. The deal is
a music deal worth $30 million in 2018 by Nedjon media, from a project to boost his musical career with Blue Pie Records, White label records. The deal is
gorgeous
I got art ho's on my line, I got skater girls just
Blue faces by the ceiling, everyday it's raining racks
Wake up in the morning, everyday I'm
this
From New York to Los Angeles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
up all on MTV
Niggas looking at the screen like
It's ghosts that they see
I like my Rosé red my
Diamonds blue my money green
TIP put me on the team
a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk, 38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit
Flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in
on the hill
The mornin' fog and the cool, cool night
That's where, I wanna be, San Francisco
That's where my heart up in New York City
I've been to Chicago
But
fucked a few female stars or two,
Then a blue-light niggas knew like Mike shit not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs
If your eyes are blue you know the rest
Champagne if it's very cool
It's never very formal how you dress
For oysters by the swimming pool
Then
I dreamed of Judy Garland and of her bottled blues
Resting in a dressing room, shaking star dust from her shoes
She spoke of her beginnings
York isle is covered by gray
Concrete piles blues play my way
Tropic haze pineapple sky
Perfect wave hurricane eye
In the sun it's for everyone
In
sometimes find
That Sun City is in the mind
I was just watching the TV the other night
The should appear but you know
Walter Cronkite said the Blues
And it
I got choppas got the choppa
With the beam this ain't real
You ain't real this a dream
Ima stack it very high by any means
I be balling
Should be
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