Lyrics:
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
Jack City
A lot of niggas talking that New York lost it
That's fake news man we the land of the bosses
We ain't taking no loses nah we just steady
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
to strive and stay a live, no ditty
It's easy to die when you're living for the city
That's how I'm living (x3)
Yeah that's how I'm living
That's how
on some shit in New York
New York City, shiftee low down gritty
you punk niggaz yell pity and smell shitty
NYPD can suck my dick
this is the way we rip shit
nice, with a twist
Welcome to the dark side step into the mist
Before you know it you have been enlisted
New York City's school of the gifted
But are you
Nobody Knows Your Name (When in Rome)
I came alone
to a city not my own
and it's been a real long time
since I phoned home
I live in New York City
or none
Whether New York nights or days in Cali sun
I'm the best when it comes
Down to weathering the
Troublesome and the blaze go
Out 'til it's done
in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this boss shit
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit
Lord have
the city lights
I swear I hear you call my name (Call my name)
There's nothing right
I'm stuck here while you're miles away (Miles away)
New York raining
New
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
you came from.
I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives
like the hands of a clock going round.
if only we could wind them back and return
to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card
new york, new york
The city that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved
a superstar
And everywhere I go they treat me like a superstar
I had New York hoes that live in N.O.
I had Puerto Rican bitches out in Colorado
I had all types
and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)
[Trav]
All this nigga know is, get money
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
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