Lyrics:
hyphy)
I'm still (can't kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
'06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Boy I'm on you neck, to the neck, like
their first child
My pop was from Jersey my mom was from Miami
They met in the bed stuy Brooklyn NYC
At Art College and yes they was hippies
So I guess
by?
Going through mad shit trying to
Keep my head high coming to you live from
The middle of Bed-Stuy
Where it's do-or-die homicides and suicides
Sex,
a red eye
I'm tryna catch somebody out here lackin'
His bitch from bed stuy
She keep tryna convince me to come over
That nigga dead now
Stop walking with
lo que Biggie a Bed-Stuy dónde estáis?
Ahora presumen en eventos de que están pegados
Elementos que estudiaron en coles privados
Con el tiempo he
look into my eyes
Came all the way to see you from west side
And my best friend said he
Gonna move to Bed-Stuy i might hit the road
Will you come for
it's not your's
It's within me
Take a ride, I'll take you on a tour
Mid-city, out the Bed-Stuy, all around the world, I'm off Christy
Shootin' bare
siehst
Ich mach' mich grade für mein Wort
Fahr' von Hood zu Hood
Do or die wie Bed-Stuy
Die Straße sieht, ich bin fame
Das ist Frank White
Neider woll'n
Uh don't get it twisted
You know I'm just a fly nigga
Don't even wonder why nigga
I'm a Bed-Stuy nigga
Do or die nigga, take a slug for my nigga
If I
Anti lame, I'm not related to fake shit
Took a vow never to live broke, we stay rich
Bed-Stuy fly, where young killers go apeshit
(yeah)
Where I'm from
Cena fly
No you can't see me, bitch
I just got a redbone with thighs
She fuck with Sheem and shit
I just hit a bitch in Bed-Stuy
She from the Queens
no bad luck
Graduated cap, gown with the tassle
Now I make art like Basel
But I still keep it classic like a left eye rhyme
Big Poppa like the Bed
the clip, I don't play when I got that fifth
Bed-stuy up in this bitch, yeah I smell like eros,
Who wanna be a hero, put a hole in you bout the size
ARE Brooklyn! (Salute)
Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, East New York
Of course the 'Ville, Coney Island, Red Hook
All downtown Brooklyn man, it's
Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I
From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy
So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked
to the floor, they took the jewels and the truck
Ran outta luck, now he looked straight to the sky
Wonderin' why, he ever left his crib in Bed-Stuy
To check
(That's what?)
Flatbrush beatin and Westbury beats
Holla (Smash 'em!) knahmean?
Bed-Stuy, Hart, Costiasco niggaz
(Yo let these magazine...)
I'm holdin
no, one in my sleeve
From the B-E-D S-T-U-Y
I put it down for my, let's see you try, come on
Number one, rap, fund stack, got that, rock that
at you, look at my attitude, it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill, baby I'm cold as ice
Like I'm from Brownsville, but my Bed's in the Stuy
at you, look at my attitude, it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill, baby I'm cold as ice
Like I'm from Brownsville, but my Bed's in the Stuy
her bed like Stuy
Brodie tote a .45
I'm doin' shit that you wish you could imagine
Nigga you ain't on shit stop the capping
You and all your girlfriends
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