Lyrics:
the issue
It's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you
Takin' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so
Now I got to knock his
to get away, you got to get away
you got to get away, because were here to stay
my imagination surprise you,
like the new york city subway,
third
York City
To the San Francisco Bay
From the ghost in the closet
The monkey on your back
From the one that really knows you
Been there watching
a gun in your mouth.
And it's a long way
From the master to the slave.
Yeah, it's a long way
From New York City to Santa Fe.
Back where we belong.
You
style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
forget
I want you to have a good time
please promise to call me when you arrive
in New York city and I'll miss my flight
so you go out another night
give
Buchanan
Yo, New York niggas in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggas in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies
CAIRO BEGAT PORT SAID BEGAT [_________?]
BEGAT BANGKOK BEGAT SAIGON BEGAT VEGAS BEGAT HAMBURG
BEGAT NEW YORK CITY BEGAT MEGA CITY ONE BEGAT NEO TOKYO
Houdini
For my traumatized soldiers
Hope they rest in peace now
Spend 100K like the gangs from New York
Surrounded by the ghost feeling I'm in the sixth
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You gonna
New York City boy
Brooklyn boy
East coast with me boy
Chicken wings with soy
I'm annoyed
By you niggas boy
Act fake and play coy
She so bad
Flaca just
hear me UO?
Yeah? We're jammin' on.
Kansas City (let's get insane)
Chicago (let's get insane)
And all the kids in L.A.
New York City
Albuquerque
Out to New York City, it’s a holiday
Everybody’s so caught up with something-
We’ve got so much to do
Tell somebody Merry Christmas to you
To you
Merry
St. Mississippi
Was a wine drinking hippie
Met her in a subway
Up in New York City
She'd sell her trinkets and things
People'd stop by and drop her
time
Both swallowed up by the words
'Will you accept'
In this New York Spring
Isn't it wonderful
To be caught off guard
By someone who every mannerism
New York
Phoebe Hunt (BMI) © 2017
I'm headed to New York for the month of July
Will it suck me up will it leave me dry?
WIll it stone me cold? Will
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
boaw, boaw, boaw) (don't fucking play, nigga)
(You see how we don't shit)
Word, we see the slick shit too (they can't stop us, New York City, this shit
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
Chain
them mirrors and the marble floors
A country boy, a city girl
They're in their own world
A match heaven made
It's champagne and beer down by the lake
He
nigga i can look at you
I can tell you'se a petty nigga
You'se a car thief
You'se a idibitty nigga, I'm a big city nigga
New York City Nigga
(here in london where the rain is pouring down)
I wish you were here
(on this airplane headed back to new york town)
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm
the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter
New York City's where it's from - its called the smart bomb
CHORUS
And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, "You
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