Lyrics:
New York big city of dreams
And 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
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
watchin you
I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I
at night, New York's all right
We'll all live here in harmony
City's angels falling off
They have been falling, falling to the floor
Am I right ?
Oh , am I
children in peace and arrive my maturity in my own way in peace
I don't want to be defined by you
I think that you and i might learn a great deal from each
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
legs still
I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
From New York but still I been hating the knicks
And fuck jordan but still I be
New York City he needs a break from LA's
Relentless sunshine, he says, and right
Now Manhattan is giving him exactly
That: The rain is coming
Down in
and gave me theirs in replace
I had a African name, to match my African skin
Colonialist hated the fact I came from African Kings
From the African
watching
So when I walk in just keep it New York cool
You know how you do "Yeah I know you dude how you do?
I like your style last thing I'll do is say it"
he's mastering profit
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I drop the roof and then we all get live
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Rolling slow so they can see the rims
In New York I Milly
robin fly
Keep a close eye on Johnny 5, I'll be comin live
From New York, it's Saturday night
So it's only right, I step to the phony types
See 'em in
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
from new york new york
Aint no time play
I got shooters shooters
And they tryna spray
On my way
Yeah I’m
On my way
They dont know by now
Yeah im on my
New York, jean-shorts, Timbs, Nubuck
Tanktops with kufis, groupies acting loosely
Who be in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that cat 'Bac
Puffin
Yeah it's the talk of New York (yeah, yeah, yeah nigga!)
Mixed with that N.W.A. shit (what up? real talk of New York nigga)
I mean that G-Unit shit
rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
to vicious Nazi reprisals against her people, trapped in a conflict that forced its way into their lives in a chaotic struggle amongst foreign soldiers,
play the harp fool
The streets is my philanthropy
These beats help a nigga keep his sanity
I'm riding round New York in my car, mellow
Smoking on that
and countin
New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin
At the full moon howlin
Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills
Only time will reveal like the words in
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
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