Lyrics:
Now I heard, they got other places that's similar
But I represent, New York you fuck around I'm killin ya
A whole block of cops patrollin when I'm
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
Know what I mean? We about to get it popping, let's
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
A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
I'm catching flights, I'm stuck on go
Just left Chicago, hit New York then pass to bro
Throw the 3 up like I'm CP
Native baddie long hair her family in
(yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop 'em by the pairs (it's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her
car
Benz with the 2 door, New York plates
Putting dick in a new whore’s face
Selling quarter bricks to five
I might give you two for eight
When
new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the crown when I finesse the sound
Here come
on capitals like the sovereign
Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch
A three-ring show that comes and goes too fast
The best of friends have been divided by a kiss
And if we can't love again, I can always reminisce
Cinderella
in your mouth
I'd tell you to stop runnin
But your old ass got foot gout
Bwai, why you think you couldn't make it in New York?
So you thought you'd
then, you still a bitch
Emo nigga with a clitoris
You were a bitch back then, you still a bitch
They call me naughty dog
Round of applause
When it comes
your chain in when you walk in the club
an' if You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every
nigga
Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her
I get active when it's war time, I ain't even really let my dick drop,
the surface
You might be getting far but
My team is the furthest
That's why I keep my head up
Like new york city tourist
1 slit per wrist for any other
Rapper
I step to the mic
That's why I never understood the hate I get when I write
Back when posting new songs on Internet rap forums
All the way
Yeah! Come on! Come on!
ATL! yeah! Haha! WOO!
If you feel like you've been touched
By our music that is
Nowadays everybody just wanna poke their
who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talking bout, look,
York City
Where a child is hardened
I was a kid when I learned to bargain
I was lion hearted with my eyes on target
Everything I went through made me
set up every riddim with intelligency
What if I go walk New York?
What if I go walk Jersey?
What if I go walk in a fencer in'a Germany
What if they
I got sand all by my bath water, candles by my wine glass
Women all on my time, imagine how my time pass
They say them freaks come out at night
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
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