Lyrics:
To the center of this earth
All of us here have been waiting
And hoping you might join us
In this era of rebirth
New York needs you now
Though we never had a use
jeans , Raf Simon tee
Im from New York so I gotta get the breesh
Change up the topic
Baby use your logic
Hot girl summer short lived baby stop it
You
I walk with the waves of New York City, X-rayed into my back As I floss every step that doesn't
Taste like food These red bricks have a funny way
Snow falls on the Hudson
Souls are lost by the lonely dozen
She was here and then she wasn't
Out there in the weather
Was it a frostbitten wind
gotta love it, New York City (haha)
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on
My neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
and prepare yourself to be amazed by a tale of wonder a real life legend from the heart of kings county, New York, York, York, York, York,
He was the ghost dog
At her the people stare
She says "It's nearly half past one
So I'll nip in for another little one"
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
Ah poor old
my show in Paris at Élysée Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart
been a prisoner of my heart too long
I'm goin' to New York City
Gotta find out where I stand
And I'll be walking down broadway
With this guitar in my
wanna see the...
Came up in New York
Yeah she grew up on the east side
Jennie from the block
Always throwing up a peace sign
Body got an aura
Got my heart
to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed
When I heard niggas
Told you lil' niggas to stop rapping
Live in action I'm back with the brew
Love that ass in the back of them trues
Flows make you ask how did he do
love'n is
Homegirl telling new hoe in the magazines
I just wish someone other than you would call me
New from the store you don't love me you lust me
If I
I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City
So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?
Yeah, well, I like to see some
And socialist at heart
Traded England's iron lady for
A new world in the arms
Of the Battery, Manhattan
And the dancer by his side
One fire the New York City
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
don't know can't hurt them none
And it's clear in your eyes
New York
City's just a lie
A melting pot of stories
Where nothing is genuine
Who would want
and nothing else
You must have landed in New York by now
Please don't bring this love down
And have you lost the same things I have lost?
And do you know
new year in the heart of New York
If you're new to the block, get a little rough
Especially if the heart ain't wide enough
'Cause I've been through
as they can, can we do that?
New York, if there's any city in the world
That can do that it's you guys so, let's do it
Keep on clapping, alright here we
come yeah more checks
I want the G-five yeah I want more jets
Like I'm in New York yeah I want more jets
Yeah my heart big yeah just like a giant
Yeah
don't even share the same hoes
Niggas wanna copy my flow
Copy my style, stealin' my clothes
Look at my watch, that's 150
When in New York, feel like
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
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