Lyrics:
you stay, no coming back to you
It's a Sunday afternoon
All em people gassing you
Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you
Kick
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
Baby got into her car
Drove all the way to New York City
Um Hummmm
She played her guitar there
They made her a star in New York City
Um Hummmm
Yeah it's the talk of New York (yeah, yeah, yeah nigga!)
Mixed with that N.W.A. shit (what up? real talk of New York nigga)
I mean that G-Unit shit
beginning to show
From a flicker a glow
To a fire in her bones
There's a life that is waiting
A city to call home
I can't keep surviving
Cause my story's
brakes, serial defaced for Jinx
The license I carry still ain't safe in New York state
It's still a lot of ways to manage the life expectancy average
Kaapstad
I’m from the city that government divide
Where you from
Kaapstad
I’m from the city where all colours collide
Where you from
Kaapstad
To live and die
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New
flown past
As soon as I lose the braces,grit ya teeth till they all crack
Basic this greatness basis,from New york back round to new york
From avenues
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
complete light and be like
I'm a live life after this one crime
One line from the Megalah blow spines
Everyone knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still
back home to New Orleans
Big city days
Seeing if it pays
Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raise
Big city night
Hanging on too tight
Calling you tonight
Streetlife, city life
Calling you tonight
Streetlife, city life
Tonight
She's going back to New York
to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music,
was seeing my boyfriend at the time and I brought him home back with me to New York city. He was so excited. He was so excited to meet my parents
this one off with a
Toss from mah nigguh Ross
We don't run the rap game
But this city we the Boss
North Memphis South Memphis
Westwood Orange mound
They had New York New York, We had L.A. L.A.
We had the army fatigues, you had the negligee
Ay, you see I rep for my city kid
And even Biggie said he
some money
To feed my daughter
That's right, cause I'm from
Newark, New Jersey
A city where we can't even drink our water
While you was livin' your dream
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
by the city we're from
An empty plate with no meal
A shining knife and a fork
The smartest artists all jump on a plane to New York
You tell me that
quiet. Even for New York city. I remember hearing a man ask someone else, Is she going to be okay?
I had just lost my home. I had just lost my parents.
new york, new york
The city that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved
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