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The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
Where the hard work checks ain't free
Just a bunch of burnt necks like me
Straight outta the country
Yeah, from the pine tree hollers, the trout line
I recognize that fucker
Look at me, homie
I cut my hand not too long ago
My name "Legend", they call me "New York" (they call me Phaze)
I know
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Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
You're guilty of crime in the first degree,
Second and third as well.
My jury finds you'll be serving your time
When you go straight to hell.
I ain't trynna hear that
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the garden
One draft, I'm New York's
Shit
Nigga, it's the niggas night out tonight, nigga
(Howling)
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep rollin', smokin',
you come along before I get back on that train that takes me,
straight from New York City to the things I left behind.
N' though ain't got no money
me...nowhere on my tour have i been so warmly welcomed, than in the greatest place in the world, my home town, New York city! and there are so
People here
control
It's outta control, rap is outta control
Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush
Yo, I stuck crab MC, E, too late, he
motherfucking money
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
My little niggas gonna set me straight
My little niggas gonna set
Hopping outta Benz
Hopping outta Benz
Hopping outta Benz
Straight up to the bank
Straight up to the bank (Straight up)
Straight up to the bank
Straight up
at my wife, baby
Get off my back,
If you want to get outta here alive
Freedom,
That's what I want now
Freedom, that's what I need now
Freedom
and they got outta hand
Since they moved in
They call themselves the Taliban
Ooo, ooo the Taliban, baby
I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here
we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines
You read about who? You know the Crew
Fresh outta Pac and the first to put the bass on the 24-track
at my wife, baby
Get off my back,
If you want to get outta here alive
Freedom,
That's what I want now
Freedom, that's what I need now
Freedom
Oh
Oh, yeah, na, na, yeah
I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Sing it out New York
Your words cut
York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what
We gonna find our way outta here
Straight thru the atmosphere
We gonna find our way outta here
Tear down the hate and fear
Joe was born in New York City
Son of Paul and Catherine
Always down and always out
But his 'morrows always seemed jus' fine
There will be
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot one baby
AC:
(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse
AC will make you hot, girl remove your
at my wife, baby
Get off my back,
If you want to get outta here alive
Freedom,
That's what I want now
Freedom, that's what I need now
Freedom
On the rocks, or straight up babe
Oh boy don't be afraid, I'm right here and I'm gonna show ya
I saw you there, I can't get you outta my mind, boy
Better go
He was a handsome man
He carried himself so well
Tall, full of style
He could play the blues
Straight from the heart
Make mothers cry
He would
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