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to live

And in French cities I found women in need of charity
Leaning on their broken crutches through eyes that barely see
Requesting only salvation in

can swerve out to Atlanta
I said, that's a long way from Orlando
She said let's just play some Jason Channel
Took the top of and we skrrrt
New single

3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back

a break from the norm
You never saw bray in this form
Whose here to say who's in the way
You bitches are worthless here's proof I have more
Your nothing

his streets was the stove
But we know, we all know, Mom pops we all know
So Cal to New York, all the way to Chicago
27 amendments and there's still not

Manhattan lived it I found it, Another trip I uptown'd it
Now down in Brooklyn pay homage 
Became a man in the city, New York is the land of no pity
No choice

than just some dude doing music
Took my career and moved it
From New York City, Brooklyn, from Kings County to Fulton

That move wasn't supported by most

an eagle flying
Through these New York City streets 
Pledge to be creative and 
Make this heat for the lonely beats
Got no time for weak minded cats who talk

Top of the year I'm focused in investing to grow
8 AM I'm praying and getting ready to go
Tucking my shirt in even though I'm working from home
Hear

Whatever was in that cup, it got me feeling real low
I mask my emotions by rolling up a rillo
I'm gon' make it to a penthouse the way that I flow

since way back
Near death experiences
Watching my life play back
Damn, and I have never sold a brick
But I can show you where to get it
Like I can show

What's brackin' lil baby?
I need your name and yo number
She said she 21
Still live at home with her mother
She working at the booty club
But she

when I'm coming back in it's jus for a minute
Cuz Ima hit the airport again in another city where I don't live because now I'm living
Not finna lie bitch

rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken

between you and him is
That he lives forever
You'll be the first to die
Who nobody ever remembers
Cause the city never needed you ever
You committed career

a cat?


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I need some brand new vibes
I got some shrooms for us back at the crib so tell me if you ready to slide
We left the club with 3 bad hoes yeah we got

911

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

West Coast Nostra [Japan Bonus Tracks/Bonus DVD]

2003

they knowin´ when D-Bo was
50 , Tweezy , Obie there won't be no hoe in us , they pop shit like they gon´ do shit but no one does
From New York down

the jeep
Loft Miami straight from the beach
Might? liquor, get something to eat
A nigga do trip, give him something to keep
New York nigga don't play that
2

shouldn't have
Nigga said "Yeah, you see this brick Imma front you half
Then you gon run the city routes like a running back
I'll make the pass
Just make sure

Im sending out a message hoping to open some doors
So let the drawbridge fall or we're going to war

"Made in New York" or not made at all
Sink if we

Lately been praying for all my enemies
I got your engine running all the way home
Said and done I bet they remember me
But I know that they won’t

who you've become
And who you feel you were and will always be
When you smell the plaster of your childhood home
Switching between lives like coats

My

didn’t knock at the door
Way before this was a popular sport
We had to catch up, we were not from New York
But we made this our own
invited the culture