Lyrics:
seconds is all we have
from New York City to Tenefly
one hundred eighty seconds and all is change
watch it all go down in flames
there's plenty more fish in that ocean
Someone with genuine emotion
The bottle is empty, it's getting late
Types in the virtues of her perfect mate
lotion
That shit hit you smooth baby girl don’t it, yeah
I just wanna ride with you
Got a list of things that we oughta do
Up in New York City where them
of town
Put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked
Bitch shut yo' trap come back, get back
That's the part of success
If you believe in
Our house burned down today
Our house has gone up in flames
The peace has left us today
Their actions have left us astray
How could you do this to me
I Walked on this lonely road
Where I could not see anyone on it
Getting lost in this whole new reality
That forms and demolishes a personality
Yes I
twurkulators
down in Florida, they got some twurkulators
Alabama, They got some twurkulators
North, South Carolina, got some twurkulators
New York, Got some
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
lower their eyes in disgust of our kind.
Building new lives right over the dead, historical relevance long forgotten.
The land still remembers the soil
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
'Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit
Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below
Following their footsteps through
flash
Nevada we're live on the air
A spree, a spree,
An incredible crime spree
By a couple in a pink corvair
Parker evans and his bride
With elvis
Afro-can American to walk in space
Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new suit
The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's
It's da
up, I Swear she eat the best dick
For my shooter, fuck a ruger, brand New Glizzy new juice it down
I used to play to football, now the Sacks, I touch
back, bosses hard to kill
And I never wear it twice, lobster over rice
Hottest in the game just by lookin' at the ice
Parked parallel, the seats are
on the platform
The diesel humming high
A one way ticket stamped for freedom
Time for just one last goodbye
Toora loora lay
I'm on my way
Make it New York
heels
If it's all about prestige, just wait for the reveal
I got a new bag of tricks to turn, a new black magic woman bitch to burn
So much for live
mind
What's going on
Everything in a haze
I'm not hiding anymore
Shouting out my name (shouting out)
Walking down Broadway
I just got a new
Check check check
Yeah
You hearing that pan there? Sweet eh
Rcksta, huh
They love us in New York, Miami, London and Canada
The country I grow up in
to mine
I?m not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth
In ?81
know it is not new
I put on my shoes empty
There was something that I had to do
I'm going down to the University
Got to find me some lovely ladies
And by the way
What day is it today?
Sausage, beans, broken dreams
At the Sad Sack Café
Bad news, worn out shoes
At the Sad Sack Café
You didn't come for
anywhere we want to go
Paris on a ferry
Board a train to Deli
New York in a chevy motor home
You know you're my sanctuary
Yeah you're my sanctuary
Staying
New hardtop
Off the car lot
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop
Bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work we got them
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