Lyrics:
money regimen
Wit' my gettin' money machine, nah what I mean?
New York times
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
It can only lead to trouble if you break my heart
If you accidentally crush it on the ides of March
I'd prefer you were straight forward
You don't
nuttin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy
story straight motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed
Yeah "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs keep it real, I get ill
Number one, this will rock! "the
what a waste of a pretty face
man, this place ain't just safe, it's just straight gangster
It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more
There's
the day I die
Nah!, I shoot shooters in, kill killers
Send your henchman and I'ma make
A movie outta niggas
Huh? Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled
While they disturb the groove
Now the party's over ooops!
Outta time
Yo my brother can you spare a crime
Some want to take me out
I even call em my
English teachers
It’s you are
Yerr buggin
Imma raggamuffin
This New York
Tough loving
Swag valid
Jay walking
Fuck traiffic
On the block straight ratchet
Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat
She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet
Now we moved out of Manhattan
throw it when we ride
I bent the corner, straight the wheel and the tires (woo)
Put twenty hoes on a boat 'til they tired
Everybody on (on)
You know
will be alright
Straight outta suburbia
Straight outta the basement
Had another lost weekend
Need another vacation
Straight outta suburbia
New York City is the hottest place
For a honeymoon in a hotel room
New York City is my favorite place
'Cause I know so many people with a golden
New York City is the hottest place
For a honeymoon in a hotel room
New York City is my favorite place
'Cause I know so many people with a golden
ah, ah, ah, ah)
(y'all don't know but)
Let me tell ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I'm comin straight outta VA (oh)
A nigga named Timbo, growin up a nigga
y'all be thinking
I stay true to myself
I know y'all be faking
I see them hating
They ain't about nothing
Straight outta suburby
Straight outta suburban
Richard of York, The Executive Branch
Having some fun with the warm-up act
If that's what it takes to say goodnight
Then that's what it takes
rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell (Free)
Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap
A nigga was born to rap
Yeah "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs keep it real, I get ill
Number one, this will rock! "the
'cause I wanted to ten fold.
I moved from Massachusetts because my house got sold.
Straight outta Massachusetts
Straight outta Massachusetts
I
York
When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm
Straight outta sklep (Straight outta sklep)
Straight outta sklep (Straight outta sklep)
Straight outta sklep (Straight outta sklep)
Straight outta
as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs ain't never outta season
All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason
Yo LA niggas are the rowdy niggas
New Orleans niggas is rowdy nigga
D.c. Niggas is some rowdy niggas
New York niggas is the fucking wildest
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