Lyrics:
Grim-faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through
New Yorker, but I sound Southern
And we sip DP 'till the Don stop bubblin' (uh-huh)
After we play, okay, go to ya husband
(Uh-huh)
I know you like
not bothered
So many bitches at my show, look like a brothel
French vanilla cappuccino on a saucer
And put cream cheese on my bagel like a New Yorker
locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin
to California
Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers
Cause I love 'em all
In and out of the mall
In and out of some cars, that I, just barely
the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
a hero Solve de problem, so give a cheer-o He turn on de water! / Ensemble H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0 / Iris I had my doubts about this New Yorker Thought he'd
Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
Coolin' with D-nice and Box, my man (what?!)
M.r., my number one fan (what?!)
Small Paul, mike lou, native new yorkers
Chase a.k.a. kenny, and chuckie
you wanna flash the green on
Real New Yorker, brilliant author (New York City must be)
The work still on the same scale as Orca
Still sellin'
real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin
Just like
got me started real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
Chicken in a battle yes my brain starts
a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
Some MC's be talking and talking
Trying to show how black people are walking
But I don't walk
nowhere
Life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn
Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker
Collectin' property, playin'
Boo be all that and then some
Job all that mad income
Hand New Yorkers wish you represent from
24-7 you the one that I be sweating
You and time
and God are holdin' a camcorder
Ghetto reporter, live from 40-Side, you know my storyline
First project rapper, triple platinum with New Yorker pride
still a New Yorker, nigga the talk of
Town, nigga we bossed up
Bounce, but when you talk to the Lord
Of course you're forced to
Bow down like
Compatible with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa
The masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the cho-cha
Smash the coca,
About D-Nice, Melodie,
And Scot La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
Some mc's be talkin'
and like true New Yorkers,
collectively turned their backs.
She said, "Somebody's gotta do something,"
As we slowly turned around again.
"Someone must
to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah right!
My bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers no no turning on a red light
Me against 40
talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come cut ya, gum butcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga
It's all
Shmurda'd
I be grilling that beef, I ain't talkin' no burgers
I finna be walkin' like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the Uber
It's never
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