Lyrics:
and right, bringin' bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin', guess her husband
(I'm good)
Stand in the trap, movin' bows like I'm luda' (bows)
Bald head the coupe, and I call it the buddha (buddha)
This a glock with a thirty
spirit (brr)
Look, my young boy twenty, he doin' seventy
They said that he killed three people allegedly (ah)
In New York State, you can't get caught up
It ain't takin much to knock your fort down
I come through marchin like i'm in the corps now
Left the city with some corpses
Bodies lyin round
New
nigga
Clue what's up
New York City what the fuck is up
We in this bitch
We visualize and dream and growin'
Up and being kings
Killin' for currency out
You came by to grab your things
And take photos with my cat
Walking to Central Park
Talking about your New York past
In your eight years here
Your
an arrow) and took the South one.
New Orleans! It burned in our brains. From the dirty snows of frosty fagtown New York,
as Dean called it, all the way
Take you to the moon
It's all around the neighbourhood
Going around Soho, oh no
Running in New York
In the streets I see the lights
But I can't find
niggas)
Do it, do it, do it
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over,
ground.
If we stay inside all winter
snow will come as due reward.
If we hide away from cloudbursts
rain will wash away our farms.
Its what we do in tidal
like
Life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that
I can't
I lost control
I fell down a deep down
So inside, I can't call
I am lost alone, in a big city
They call it Los Angeles
It ain't steady
They told me
this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin' doh' everywhere we go
And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow
don't think that we'll go down in history
Someday
Don't say it
Don't say
I get stuck on the edge sometimes
Friday night in New York City
Walking down
see New York City from your fire escape,
all the little people stepping over their sewer grates,
and it seems nothing much can change the way you see
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
to stay on my pivot
Go get it now cuz that time get to ticking
Me and my brothers we grind on a mission
I stay in New York but I live in CT
You can come
of the Nile and the girls in bull rushes
In New York he is laid in a glass-covered case
He pretends he is dead, people crowd round to see him
But each
They know the words to every song
And they wait by the tour bus
I never cared much for money
But can't live without
So I hustle with No Limit
You know Bout it, Bout it
Won't live by the lies planted in my mind
Just Let the rain fall and wash away it all
Now you behold The Halls of Despair
Embrace your chaos and I will
straight like a line, man, I really got rich
Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss
Don't get it confused, I'm still bangin' the six
New Cartier,
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
Whether it's wax in your bong or your eardrum
I'm here now, I'm guessing you live in fear now
So be it, when they speak about the real Soul be it, no
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