Lyrics:
This here was our situation
We was just young wild wood boys
New as the birth of the nation
The kind that the Army employs
High riding Rebs
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
to cap only it's all mud now
Like, I still start on a brother while you're there with your bros
All the big boys sat and make you tear for your clothes
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
ol’ boy
On a song "New York"
Man, I thought you just did
A song with them both?"
Man, the streets wanna know how you
Gonna go and diss Michael
You
you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
Chain
what can I say? (What?)
Big body, 100 thousand dollar car
I pull up in new one, every day
Man, what can I say?
I'm getting too much cake 'fore I save
Suck on me like a New York glizzy
Pull out and then I nutted on her titties
She told me nut up in her, then I told her, "Bitch, please"
Told her,
watched Biggie, I watched Pac, I watched Pimp C
And you get driven to sipping when you get in deep
Out here living for these niggas, it's so fucking silly
Im coming up"
Headed for the elevator jack boys shot him up
Got em to the hospital in a New York Minute
Got better and drop Hit Em Up cuz he thought
wall in New York City.
While under arrest, in the presence of eleven white transit cops,
Michael Stewart was strangled to death.
When his case was
seen your new girlfriend
Thinks you're the living end, great big old sparkle in her eye
It ain't over yet
seconds and counting
New York's finest, still wilding, Shaolin
At the full moon howling
Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills
Only time will reveal like
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
smiling by myself Spending racks by myself
Spending racks by myself boy Uh-uh
Spending racks by myself boy Spending racks by myself boy Spending racks
Holly 'cause it's Raining In My Heart
Now I know what Paul Simon meant by the words he found:
I wish I was Homeward Bound.
Well
I feel like Buddy
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
[Chorus]
Oh, what a night
Late
stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams,
living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
Un, talking troubles got a set of my own
Still amazed how the smallest shit is overblown
Used to see trees
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