Lyrics:
Christine Goreham lived in Shoreham by the sea
She left all her money to the man in the Cat's Protection League
Fifty years of playing out this
the harbour in New York
And he swam like a man made of cork
He saw the Lusitania in distress
(What'd he do?)
He put the Lusitania on his chest, big chest
Drank
I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?
blick in New York like Woo
Cousin Lil Dee, call him Skelly, just wan' crash when Top say shoot
Play with that dog food like my cousin, profit jump back
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
(JoeFromYO and DLo)
I can't even picture being pop again
Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah not again
I'm from New York but I'm never rockin' Timbs
She
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
Ya know,
There's this park, you see, in New York
That's what this song is about
Where we used to grow up
And, um, hang around
And then we
what my life has been
Fifty more summers
One by a lake
In upstate New York where
We'd land by mistake
Won't see the galaxy for all the stars
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
drill mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu-tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles,
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
You take
New York
At twenty, I said I'd better quit by thirty
Then by thirty, I thought by forty rapping is corny
How wrong was I?
Never would have thought
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
kill kill kill
This is the shit gone talk about
This is that shit that New York about
This that is kill kill kill kill killem
And make sure you
the rapper with clout other niggas yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units
killed about fifty
Until he got a radio job in New York City
Good luck, a hand shake on the curb
Oh, about the killer thing, moms the word
Years later
I'm
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
a motherfuckin' gangster
I got fifty racks right now (right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right left
New Double R, grippin' my banger
Countin' up
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
Lil' Flip]
I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best
I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!)
I must confess, 'The Source' own me two
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