Lyrics:
or molly up in that chicken sandwich
Niggas was online like the new Jordan's comin' out
Kanye promotin' God 'cause his new album comin' out
But really he
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
niggas talk
Plus you know how shit flow in New York
Walls have ears, buildings heard
Supposed to be shh but spill the word
[Chorus]
Everywhere that
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
self-defense 'cause she's bigger than you?
Your back is up against the curb, you diggin' for dirt, should be diggin' for proof
Why did you move to New York? Is
revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz thirsty for chedda
You shinin' you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap
New York or any of your comrades in arms
I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Spice Girls (I got 5 on scary
on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot,
on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot,
the confusion, man, I seen jesus
My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York
Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
I got a monkey on my back, I
Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all.
Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin'
Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'.
They called me Little Man
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Islands in the winter
Summer bus rides to Great Adventure
I've brung New York back
To real rap inventors
New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we've flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve
striving, can't count these tries
New York, New York, I have an ambition
Russian flava in Barclays, that's what I wish'em
Things gonna be changed, really big
and forth like I’m Bobby Boucher
In the studio workin on a new album
Then hit the club we runnin circles around em
Take the DJ’s mic tell them they ain’t
dick
Sewer system, how they spread that shit
Shit, I just missed him, thought that bullet hit
Point Guard from New York my shot just nicked
This life got
and make an anthem
I just drop the heat and do tour
From Amsterdam to New York
You won't bust a gun, you a dork
Go suck ya mum through a straw
Aight,
room to breath]
[Ortiz don't confuse me with these other cats]
[The best across the board ] [New York]
[When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak]
uhh, Flatbush style, uhh
Brooklyn Queens Bronx style, yeah
Strong Island, wicked wild, yeah
Uhh, and New York town flavor all the crew
KRS-One, Shaggy,
the confusion, man, I seen jesus
My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York
Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
I got a monkey on my back, I
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