Lyrics:
lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much
because we on the Rock
Rockefeller and Rock-nation we pop
We pledge the allegiance to the flag
Jay Hova is all we have
The King of New York
The King of New
old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
Okay... my sound drenches, each
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
Dynasty
New Jay-Z
Beanie Sigel
Stick to the script
We live money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script (remember where you heard it first)
Cop,
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
and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing they use your name in vein
But I guess
party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]
Check, Ghetto pro' federal
Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar crowed
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
to three
In 40/40 S/O to Jay-Z
Model bitches all round me
Stripper bitches all around me
When I pop out, only do VIP
I just hit the scene New York Fashion
the streets of NYC
I'm blacker than the album
Made by jay z
Just like pink guy
My dick pays rent
But I don't fuck with girls
Unless they're off the fent
I
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a mani-ped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch
and
Touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe
Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York
Started out skatin' for Zoo York
beef
Jay Z no cash
Diddy no biggie
Fat Joe no pun
Lil Jon no crunk
DMC no run
Jeezy no coke
Katt Williams no joke
MC hammer still rich not
beef
Jay Z no cash
Diddy no biggie
Fat Joe no pun
Lil Jon no crunk
DMC no run
Jeezy no coke
Katt Williams no joke
MC hammer still rich not
Snoop and them, Doc Dre, LT, in the coupe with them
In New York, you know I'm with Roc-a-fella
Jay-Z, Beanie, and Bleek in the drop together
When I'm in
and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky b****es, young
Welcome to Red Flame
It's that Red Flame Devil Music
One for the drummer east Coast what up
New Jersey what up new York what's up
Carolina what's up
It's
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt,
Yo Raff, ring the alarm
I know Spig's got my back
Freaky Tai spark the charm
give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu
As i bless the rest of my New York
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