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of the sun or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are (Da-na-na-na)
Come in, and commence to the sound of my drumming
You gotta get on up off of that
was au genius, now they wanna, trytocallemcrazy,
•I was in New York when I met sway, my nigga Boosie had to do interview, I got my shades on wit my 4
they mouth for
McGruff the Crime Hound, droppin' the nine sound
From New York to out of town be knockin' them dimes down
This is how we do it in
wanna eat me up like some Denny's)
(Met in New York City)
(Eat Me Up)
Bitch, haha, elegant music
gon get more hotter
But that didn't happen at all we knew that we needed to leave
And it was between Atlanta and New York
Then our tickets got bought
gang man
Long Live Tarell
Long Live Selfmade
Nigga 4z in da air 4z everywhere nigga
Know what's going on with this shit nigga
Whole lotta everything
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
America (ho-oh)
We're the kids in America (ho-oh)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
Da da da da da da (x4)
Come closer, honey that's better
Got
Lloyd Banks, Cashis, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50,
Its a movement
You can't stop it
Talk Of New York
Tony Yayo
Go
hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap
to the city I'm new
Trynna get that money
Baby I'm trynna get you
All ma niggas wildin'
Yeah, we living in da zoo
Imma throw a party
As soon it hits June
Wish
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapleton
(Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here)
Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York
The greatest story ever told
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
Chinese
[Jin]
Go fuck with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love Redman
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be
locking up ours
From crook to booked gotta do what they won't allow
Kick in the club bust it open money showers
Can't see through the smoke
Didn't hear me I
You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it
life
Born in da snow
A winter baby
Cold Watertown in sum typa part ah New York
Born in ways of baldamore
I know I can survive
Anywhere else
Dat ah
of the sun or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are (Da-na-na-na)
Come in, and commence to the sound of my drumming
You gotta get on up off of that
call it Candyland
Metro PCS-in', without a data plan
This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan
Home of where them young niggas full up
Money get shown by
toll is in the thousands
Same number as the people died in New York
This nigga Bush is wilding
Yet smiling, while soldiers dying in a turf war
But what
That were faded from the store
And that old couch
We'd pull the cushions off if we found fifty cents
We'd go crazy, we thought we were rich, mmhm
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
And foreclosed her on the loan
I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasin' panties gettin' dome
Had no clue
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