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of NYC This is prophecy Know this is meant to be Evolve constantly Half a century Put your glasses up Represent for me Represent, represent
Word-up A I had the joint out Nigga gon' ask me "what (I) want?" Know what I'm sayin'? I'm like Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC Gimme what you
Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit) I can't get enough of it Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it Catch us in a middle
Word-up A I had the joint out Nigga gon' ask me "what [I] want?" Know what I'm sayin'? I'm like Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC Gimme what you
Yeah, yeah, what the deal Dog? Where you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG Yeah, what the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC Everything else cool,
on their feet, I paint the picture on canvas That I seen, in my dreams in quick visions and glances Woke up in NYC today, don't think we're in Kansas
Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggas in Timbs I
[includes part of the leather conversation] [Guitar solo from The Torture Never Stops The Palladium, NYC October 30, 1980 Engineer: George Douglas
and the fifth (Yea, motherf***er I'm high) There I go again, blowing a spliff When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (Konichiwa bi*ches) N.Y.C., is all I
Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggas in Timbs
a duck Well well, that is not quite funny The fat man from NYC Sells guns for you and for me The fattest cowboy around In self-defense shoots you down
Home Alone, Trap'n. Hard in, NYC Started with, Ah dollar. & ah, Dream I'm ah push it, To the limit. Straight, Speed This that, Trini trap. Music,
(Aye) Aye, Where I'm finna be or finna stay Up in NYC or in LA Countin' up goin' up yeah we true Ooh we boutta blow in 5, 4, 3, 2 (Aye) and one (Aye) Say
I'll wrap myself in fabric made of interstate 70 And hopefully by morning I'll be in NYC I'll waltz into lake placid Calling out your name How I long
and I got it in woodgrain Moncler hood 'cause it could rain Go make the runner go Usain We goin' NYC, Eliantte Buss down, it's a new plate Aight,
already know how it was You already know how it was (Go Back) To LA or the Bay (Go Back) to the places that you stayed (Go Back) and Im from NYC (Go Back)
a couple thousand great to be alive You know where to find me out in NYC chilling with the papi's whipping Maserati's Looking for a dime piece wilding
Seated at blue note NYC Right in the middle of Greenwich Seated right in front of the scene The kind of moment that sticks in your memory The waiter
in me From your Bentley limousine (Living G, L, A, M) World of fantasy When you took a chance on me Flew me out to N.Y.C Now we stuntin'
Das Hier ist nicht LA Das Hier ist kein Paris Trag Schwarz in meiner Stadt Sind nicht in NYC Trage meine Hoodies tief Fahre langsam durch die Nacht
Pull up on that boy Real shit no decoy Choppa big, on roids Flashed like polaroid OCB Fuck with me Hold it down 6,4 to NYC Pull up on that boy Real
Cold like december come to my chamber teach you what danger is Khan be my member crime partner in session we wandering in NYC Dilated my God lifted
and play Could be that we start over in a brand new city A place so nice that we’ll reclaim our love NYC every apple is a sign That we should make a move
with biddies They showin' they titties, they fuckin' with me Pull up to Dyckman, Dominican shorties, be really be lookin' O.D. Moncler coat in the NYC
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