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up that pussy for a gram and a shot
Hit New York took a flight to the docks
Hop off the plane and went straight to the shop
Romantic as hell I’ve been

might as well shoot for the stars and aim for the moon.
Like pop smoke did with his crew
 In New York City certainly in London 2
 Even Turk will tell you

My latest bitch like 26 she don't even got a son
She said she tryna live
She in New York I'm in LA I forgot what time it is
She said I'm calling late

YEAH! Uhh
Brooklyn, New York, forever and always
As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallway
To focus and become a commodity someday
While

this is Ben
And we're Ruderals
Uh we are Ruderals

A weird punk band in New York City
This is our last song
And I'm really excited 
So I hope you all

stringing
N I pull em like Geppetto
Don won of the ghetto
I’m the black John Stockton steal n pass em to my fellow
Denver number for the whole the half a New

there's a beam of light
And I ain't scared of it
I'm committed to the fight
This can't be life
I'm in New York for this moment
Last one was in Philly with

Half of the DJs playing the same Raingurl copy
Mier over the bar or Jewels spinning in jalopy
I'm oddly Perturbed by yuppies cosplaying UK bashment
I

the old days
You think I like Coldplay
I hear what you don't say
I could read between the lines
As if I broke up coke upon the New York Times
I'm making

district had to make a visit
Pearl faced Rolex had to flip it
Not rich yet but I'm drippin' (Cozy)
I love LA and I Love New York
Even though I'm from

fuck New York
Die Freiheitsstatue ist 'ne Hure und ich fick sie
Blanco pumpt den Beat, ich erschieß' diesen Swizz Beatz
Sie trinken Hennessy und

Shaq and Kobe go to the rack approach slowly
11 rings in New York like Phil jack homie
Say what?
Now did you ever think that you would be this lit? No

be lonely, living in New York City"
And I'm playing the intro which is kinda plaintive and trancelike  its like 
"blin blin blin"
When lo and behold,

not backpack enough, too influenced by Bjork
My beats are too alternative so I’m not reppin’ New York
Imagine if I told God, I buried my talents to rap

the way to New York all the way to Jamaica
Everywhere we keep going let me show you
Check it I'ma bust it like this
I'ma rock it like this check it
Bust it

Wicked

The Hip Hop Bebop Junction

Bop Cubed: The Hip Hop Bebop Junction

2006

count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
who didn't

with niggas who made Wii sports
Like I done played all them games now I'm bored
I fucking hate the north
Fuck New York
Fuck Maine
Fuck Ukraine
Fuck all

them yelling my name like I'm Maury
I got a bitch
And she live next to bari
She stay in New York
Taking these points
Made a whole new sport
I got Rick

Uh yuh
Uh yuh uh yuh
L E S
New York
What up baby
Nino Brizzy Brown
Stand up what up
You know what it is
We super thuggin up in here
King Nino
You

pee
Threesomin' hoes got them yelling "Hold up T
You gon get in my hair"
I'm like "so what B?" i go New York on em'
I got a new talk for em' niggas want

some to get back

And you know wins hard to come by now
So I you got a new thing you could covet
Steps that wasn't covered
On a shoestring budget
Ain't

have children
Soon after I started rhyming
No one was nicer than me
I mean it, up state New York
I learned to beat box in my tree house
Sounded good up

Ooh
In the plane
Going back to the Chi
Just left New York

Flying so high
Plane blowing clouds
I can't see the ground
Made it out my mama house

and back this year so don't you dare try 
And show me disrespect, I'm swinging for the fence 
Ain't tryna let the fans down like the New York Mets said
I