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New York
I was too afraid to bleach my hair
You want to be scared
Satisfied by drunk distortion
Sudden flares
Of violins cutting through the dark
With

In New York City, Born Nineteen Twenty Three
A New Yorican Krupa set free,  
While Mario And Dizzy made history, He played  timbales
Machito and Tito

think I left y'all
Back in  95 I put Red Out on vinyl 

This music now strange deranged it's mental
Pushing Percocet Molly and death by Fentanyl

I see,

Diddy (Interlude)

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

to the manuscript
'Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit

YEAH IT'S NICE IN NEW YORK CITY  YEAH THE LIGHTS AND GIRLS WERE PRETTY   I'VE HEARD THAT NO ONE EVER GOES TO SLEEP  HOLLYWOOD IS ALWAYS SUNNY

the breast
Under the hair
Follow the dream
Doesn't mean leave the love
Roam if you must
But come home when you've seen enough
I love new york and cali
But i

the coffin
Hip hop is forever
Word to godson I feel that
If if hip hop is dead I am a ghost of it
RIP to all the beats we killing
Birthed in the Bronx New York

come on
We're out of that bar in a New York minute    
Driving my truck to the city limits
Turning down a dirt road, turning up the Bill Monroe
Out

in New York by night
We can watch Taxi Driver and we won't die

We ain't made for the real world, we're made for love
We are made to dream and dance

Watching the rain wash away the red from my window seat
Back when i used to dance along the isle
Back when we dreamed of making it to new york city
Where we

Bad Indian

The Gun Club

Sex Beat 81

1984

You blew me out of the south
and Texas too
I made love to California to get away from you

New York has made you, a hungry girl
now, you catch

importa
Soy Boricua
Soy el Nuyoricqueno
Soy el Nuyoriqueno

New York
Where I walk with Eggun
The spirits of the dead
Where Rican, Taino
Africano

having conversations with LA Confidential
Spittin' crack, down to Crack
While he's in New York Central
A soldier reloading ammo
I'm rippin' out the bando

pennies from the bottom of the couch but
I been taking in what making money’s all about so
Here’s another story of a New York City sellout
Shouts to my

goons might have to kill you
Up in New York
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your dome torched
G Rap and Dj

came from la to New York to Times Square when I’m there just to see my balls drop

Aaaaaaaaaaah jaw drop

Ah stop I’m the king you ain’t heard why

I

came from la to New York to Times Square when I'm there just to see my balls drop

caaaaaaaaaah jaw drop

ch stop I'm the king you ain't heard why

I

like jazz
Momma told me always get to the bag
Fuck these niggas all these niggas is wack
Make these hittas have heart attack
New york city yeah you were

all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
And the jobs ain't really too hard to find
In fact, you could have mine

time
9pm New York time
6pm Los Angeles time

The fight had to be at the crack of dawn
To coincide
With American Television prime time

The fight was in

getcha, she show em on the block,
dance n show em in the club, even got her boyfriend name,
same nigga n her homegirl, its in her secret spot, her momma

endings
Straight up New York authenticity
Might skip your ad for endorsements
More of the raw refined tranquility in your office cell block
On my block, we

But I came from the block
I'm in New York I gotta dance
And do my Milly Rock
Aye I'm feeling like himothy, get in line if you hate
Ooh she peeping what

desperado baby you heard

Listen fam I came straight from the streets of New York City
Walk with me, through a fallen empire they tried to kill me
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