Lyrics:
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
can do it your way, with mics or with metal shit
Niggas wanna shout, I'ma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is comin' out,
Yeah, nigga
I said
If we can't get this shit in this city, nigga
We gone pack up and leave, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' about?
If we don't get rich
Psychopath, young man
Dedicated to efficiency
17, 28, 59
Looks like it's comin' down on me
Down on me, down on me, down on me
Hold tight! big
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
taste
Young rich Niño in the City
Young rich Niño ridin round with my bittie
Whoa
Young rich Niño in the City
Young rich Niño ridin round with my bittie
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
drive seat recline
Big wheelie man
Doin scams for the rich and if
It runs in my fam cross roads, cross breeds
Cross over weak mc's
Horse man will always
can't do this)
Distracted by the one who's
Distracted by the afters (Rich)
Distracted by the Gerrys
Distracted by the rappers (Sheesh)
Distracted by
LA, LA
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
a motherfucking pimp like me, ho
[K. Sanchez]
"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let
a couple tricks
we might pull up in your city
BikelyfeX take over shit
This Bikelyfe shit I’m bout it bout it
He say popping wheelies
and running
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
(rich)
Fucked around and now I’m way too lit uhh
I be chilling
I ain’t worried about your shit, yea (no shit no shit)
I be chilling
I ain’t worried about
two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin'
I be in the city up in all the Wards, fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge
On Claiborne, right
by her hair (it's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' mayor (it's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear
you know ya boy been comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah)
[Rich Kid]
you could manage
Got the drink and the salad
Now the bitch is on the Jag
I'm comin' down Gulf way, I'm tryin' to see what's up
I see big ass
City Boo
as we continue to bring you the flav
represent'in L.B.
from the cradle to the grave
now how's that, one time for your mind
but when I
would've crashed the car
It's the beach boy comin' through the city goin' hard
I got big money callin' Im just tryna play it smart
Play it smart, I'm just
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