Lyrics:
knew the ropes
I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight
Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae
Once that
don't want anything to stop no shawty you just too hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play
cousins (ayy)
Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
a superstar
And everywhere I go they treat me like a superstar
I had New York hoes that live in N.O.
I had Puerto Rican bitches out in Colorado
I had all types
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
dem meds
Their lives are a mess
Every day’s full of stress
Stuck in the endz, lost in the trends
Another weekend, not a red cent
A dozen of mates
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
She get around, she get around a lot
And when you check it out, she ah bust all di spot
She get around, she get around a lot
From Paris to New York
She get around, she get around a lot
And when you check it out, she ah bust all di spot
She get around, she get around a lot
From Paris to New York
School, I never had principles
Bought a rap blown like 5-0's
In front of pigs, stopped, they said
I'm hot headed, make thermometers pop
Not up to par, no
from New York to the motherfucking Bay nigga
If the tank on it,or my name on it,go get it the second that it drops
? bought a Lexus fresh up off the lot
'cause you gets no credit
You want it? Here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! Up in here
I
And we don't care what people say
Mama say she want to move south
Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house
'Round the same time, Doe ran up in
with money and diamond cluster
Let's talk in layman terms
Rotten apples and big worms, early birds and poachers
New York is evil at its core, so those
Let's talk New York
Correctly Political
I wanna talk to my People
Talk to my nation
And talk to my immigrants
Let's talk
I wanna chat wit the Leaders
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
a small town
She gotta get to new york and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll
family in Ponce, and family in the city
New Yitty, the home of Big L and Biggie, uh (yeah)
I'm so pretty, pinky ring about fitty
Doing fifty in a Lac,
got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I
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