Lyrics:
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
out, grill his mouth and send his snout South
I'm out, of course the force from up North
Ain't up for grabs yup what up then it's up yours!
You see we
hat tooken
The New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy, girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
No question about it
Queens represent!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent! Yeah
Come on!
Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens
[Havoc]
1 2 1 2
[Prodigy]
Yo however do u want however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality
You walk a fine line
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
with constant movement
Influenced by music since a truant yo
This is how we do it yo
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that! (Shit
Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked, go to the hole
Dikembe
Get up on your feet
Before the night is through for you want miss
Get down to the beat
Pump it, stomp it, jam, trip on this!
Get the party
eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix
Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you call it pa)
One
kids
Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this
Flows that's hard enough it could hit your kids with this
Thugs walk through Queensbridge with
kids
Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this
Flows that's hard enough it could hit your kids with this
Thugs walk through Queensbridge with
Get up on your feet
Before the night is through for you want miss
Get down to the beat
Pump it, stomp it, jam, trip on this!
Get the party
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
a winner don't quit on themselves
What you want from me?
Is it truth you seek?
Oh, Father, can you hear me?
What you want from me?
Is it truth you
fuckin' ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fuckin' up your city and we're
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin'
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
But you know
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