Lyrics:
shmoney dance right on Biggie block
Make him bring a hundred bands and the city out
When French pull up in that brand new yacht
Watch me slide off wit'
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
York[00:32.03]Never hide out I'm outside[00:34.45]Keep that fye right by my side[00:36.94]Like a playground we gone slide[00:38.63]Brand new pack it got me fried
tonight
You should stop by aight
My body language say it all
So we ain't gotta talk
I got a fly spot southside queens New York
Now I know you know I wanna
nervous
Just know I do this job dirty
Like Donna Karan New York
Call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time
I travel courts and dream crime
My room
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
on the streets of New York
I just want to celebrate
We 'bout to have a good year
Yeah, we gets it in, gets it in, gets it in
New York, we been had it, we gets it
My money so big it can't fit in my matress
Devil bought the actress 'cause I signed with Atlantic
One fifty cursin while trappin in Spanish
Forty in
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
doing one-fifty man ain't no way that they can see the plates
Out in New York I'm in the houses where Derek jeter stay
Take a trip to Oakland man fuck it
'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin'
I say I run New York and ain't
in the wishing well wish me well
She think she 50 by the 9th shot
By my side like rice in the lamb chop
Me and Brodie got more points then Lebron got
She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (yeah)
L.A. to New York
and thuggers
New York SlowBucks, them my brothers
ATL with Migos and Young Thugger
We gon' shoot shit up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look
West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin' ice
You should stop by Lincoln City
In Nevada
Carson City is the one we think is pretty
New Hampshire welcomes you
Visit Concord any time
If
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
Capri
Let's celebrate New York, around the world, and
Yo, Ghostface, go in heavy, man, let's do it
[Chorus 1: Ghostface Killah (Rare Earth "I Just
King of New York man king of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6
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