Lyrics:
makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street whats happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik
If
town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns
peas star child get the fix
the saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams
because when we hit new york - shazam
we droppin like a comet
Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in
nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em (mm)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York
from New York, it's Saturday Night
Waiting for my Joe Frazier Burger
I can't figure out the girl and her tears
But I've got the world's finest bourbon
on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove
Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
good, then Queens won't look good
But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put
a hit from outta New York into Phillie
Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out
Now do you really think you can take the red out and
Feel
Shizzle, Jamaica, New York, Eastside Boyz (you know come on!)
Ay yo Likkle Jon, Busta! Unuh ready fi tek di dancefloor, alright
This unuh now fi do then,
a hit from outta New York into Phillie
Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out
Now do you really think you can take the red out and
Feel
to make a dope stack
We know, we know
This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri collaboration
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation
I been going Mia
I been mission in action
This real life shit bitch
I don't do capping
I'm on my fat joe lean back shit
Matter fact make it rain
I
the street yo
Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Roughneck city ain't nothin' sweet kid ain't nothin' pretty
New York be
a cruel morn
What a demo if tomorrow's New York
And this is fresh out the
Dimensions of your record collection
Between the AC and Acadely sections
Any
I went to New York and found what I wanted
And I'll be damn if I'm
Looked down on or fronted they like damn
That's the first line who you hunting?
I
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
Made it official New York is my city nigga
Got a trophy from the game ya'll know my name
Baby - Number one stunna, caught showing my thang
Got a house
muthafuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City
Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no muthafuckin' ice, baby
We rock this real shit, dog
And if you think
nigga, ShowBiz, Born Lord
Uh, yeah, uh, yo
I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens
Nigga, we from the Bronx, New York, shit happens
Kids
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
And niggaz throw your TS's up (beat Novacane)
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I
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