Lyrics:
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
They'll say you're one and only
They'll straight up leave you lonely.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
pretty"
I made a dream, made a dream
Of a teenage nightmare
Yeah it seemed, yeah it seemed
Like I didn't belong there
Went to sleep in New York and I woke
running shi- tonight on the floor
Brazil, Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York
Vegas to Africa
Dance the night away
Live your life
in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated -kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able
If you wanna get out for a little while, I'll go too
I don't let the weather tell me what, what to do
New York feels fine with you
New York
[Featuring Grand Puba Sadat X Wakeem]
Hook:
Word up hip hoppers as you feel the breeze
From New York straight talk to the Tokyo scene
off
We'll catch a plane to New York, and a cab going down
Cross the bridges and tunnels, straight into town
Tomorrow morning we'll be miles away
Check it out
what's crackulatin?
Finna get boisterous
Sisters with voices
And you heard of me
Straight from the 'V', E-40, Fonzerelli
Turn
and we don't want a half breed around boy
Tomorrow by sunrise, better be outta town boy
Half breed, they're hot on your trail boy
Half Breed but you'd
Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York post Fulton St. downtown
Same
checks ain't free
Just a bunch of burnt necks like me
Straight outta the country
Yeah, from the pine tree hollers
The trotline liners the covered coal
and there
That's Chester, the trombone king
He gets his shirts straight from Paris
Cigarettes from the Nile
He tallks like a 'eyebrow', but he plays
and there
That's Chester, the trombone king
He gets his shirts straight from Paris
Cigarettes from the Nile
He tallks like a 'eyebrow', but he plays
Yeah, yeah ayo, Elon Musk, it's time
It’s time, Elon Musk
(aight, Elon Musk, begin)
Straight out the gassy dungeons of rap
The bikes drops deep
outta here, Lord let us live
Is that Michelle Chrisette
Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride
'08 to infinity
California, New York
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
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'
thought you'd rise above
You'd rise above
You whisper in my ear, "I'll get outta there, I'll get outta there"
I'll always be your friend
You can count
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
a rocket (uh)
Lookin' at the jewels, you see a pool in the faucet (brr)
Za' hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit
from the casino dance with shirts open
Like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
Sandy, the aurora is risin'
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
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Straight outta 229 were I was born in raise I smoke a lot in get blaze with my homie
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
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