Lyrics:
Woo Woo Woo
Lets see what kind of voices I can make for this one
Yeah
Fuck with it
Rock with me one time
Off Waite
Got a ride back out west
Just so I
Been a ghost around the house
It's been weeks since they seen the real me Guess I had to hit rock bottom
To get a view of the ceiling
Damn it was
living, 50 million dollar business
Looking organic, specific and graphic
You can tell he had nice things throughout his life by the demeanor of his wife
(no)
Big up Didi Don, di platform, ah you gi' me that
Spain Town di city lock, man tun it up like city rock
Five years, ten years, me still ah sing
Pacino
New Jack City Nitty should of played Nino
Nino's dead, got done by a creep
Now I'm the boss of course ? one tenth street
Chorus:
Harlem...
on that purple lean
If you got a choppa in your hand than pop that
Rob on these cowards tell them D-Boys to drop that
Show up at your house disrespecting
the show
Tight like kick in the doe
That's right baby zero below
You know the GD got ya city throwin' em up
It's oh so - ficky ficky fresh! I give you
about, let's be out (let's go)
Undercovers pulled up, yes sweet route (route)
Gourgous car, sexi house, boat on dock
Float on ock somewhere, by
back, I ain't never going back
Got the city right behind me
Same one that's on the hat had a chance
Now it's my check all over the map
Got the game
on the street
Waiting for nothing-- or SOMETHING-- to happen
Hanging out by the movie house, Jap pic
Then SHE comes out of the movies!
Walking, shifting
Shaking,
allergies or because there is a significant amount of mold in my house
The mold is there because someone made a mistake and was afraid to property mitigate
The potholes and the curves with city words
I'm a lyrical miracle
Don't be poisoned by the life for the fame here's antidote
We travel through life going through
out ... tattered on my hand, the d is in me
you can pretend ... but any
for good times i burn you minds like the ... opinion
and i put on for my city
Shit gets hot in the city
Where the buses rule the road
And there's people trying to get me
For the only things I own
And if it don't change
chicken nights how's nice
Rule out, silk low valley, Mafia crew house
Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out
Rollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty
ain't out of town yet!
It's for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spitters
Niggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that want to rock wit' us
Barack
From a house to a spot, king size to a cot
Said it was getting better, but the shit didn't stop
So the women on the block, pussy full of rock
to Rock Hard like Cafe
Mother
Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
Why try, we murda you
Drive by's in convertible
Lex, stretched like your grandmothers
[Trisha Takasuki]
Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members
of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit
The goal behind the law suit is
these chains till the morning light
If I ever loved once, you know
I never loved right by you
There's a half built house in the potter's field
All
told ya'll niggaz how the Staten rock
We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots
You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't know
And where
rock livin
Got caught slippin
By the police had to ditch that bitch
God hittin my phone
Devil pullin up at my spot
Every once in a while they switch
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
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