Lyrics:
some things
Go head and spit that stuff back, nobody's listening
Just rolled up to this party got these chicks up on a trolley
Sippin' on Barcardi
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
picture, larger scheme, happening see
You gotta wake up your mind before it's too late to be
We all got problems, just gotta solve em
It's pretty simple
Stop
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
But fuck 'em all, we ballin' 'til they come lock us up
Twenty to life, I'm clubbin' blowin' twenty tonight
We
a little switch up can a a player get strange
I tell my biatrice to quit yappin later on we gon' get nasty
You can do whatever you like to me, we can do
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
DMV be where the realest be
We ain't never need the industry
37 that is South East
Got 37 niggas in the streets
Star power
Heard they selling with
confused
I can't get out
Me and prince got together just to kick our lines
No trouble at the party cause we're strapped with nines
Dance floor secure,
choppers
I told him I got him
Just watch how you move
The coppers be watching the crew
Don't come by the spot send a thot to come through
I'm all about
showing them love
And they killed her
Some friends never came to pay respects
So fuck Hilda
You know how friends do friends
- like Tony did Manolo
The type
a way
Still gone eat, don't look at my plate
I got the glow, ain't nobody safe
OCD you're put in your place
What, bitch fuck out my face
Run up a bag
a little bit odd and never fit in
I've always been a little bit odd but that's the shit bitch
Two drinks in at the party plastered
Not sure who these people
go
[Verse 2: Katie Tropp]
I got you all shook scared to look like I’m Mobb Deep,
Katie Tropp and Lecxs coming through yo we got heat,
Forty five
To the after party
Meet us at the after party
Everybody comin' through
Ain't nobody even knew
But we gather up the crew
To the after party
(Mustard on the beat, ho) here we go let's go
On God, your diamonds don't dance like this (yeah)
You ain't got no soldiers takin' no chance like
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
to equip nerds
You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor
[Chorus 2x]
Me and prince got together just
brother just lost somebody
I got this shit on a tight rope
Now they wanna pay me some homage
We do it all for the family
Ion really need nobody
I spend my
nigga, what's up talkin all that shit
Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with?
Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble
Oh, he know how to act
never hurt nobody)
But he still got smoked at BeBe's party
But you're not the first or the last
You're nothin but a short story from the past
You're dead
come back
The darkness pulled him in and yanked him by his back
A wise young mind killed by the system
A wise young mind that lost all it’s wisdom
spilled
Don't fuck up bitch you might get killed
So when I smoke I'm seeing HD
All these bitches call me crazy
But nobody can call my lazy
Scott Pippen in
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
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