Lyrics:
(Franks)
I got them old hunnids and them new boys (yeah)
Bitch, I keep a bag full of blue boys (uh)
I got medicine in my two cups (bitch)
800K of them
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
The light is there
Yeah yeah
You see I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City
Where I had my first child
new shit
But it ain't new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now I'm in the Enzo, Ferrari, I'm sorry!
I keep
the of the road)
I remember them so clearly mom and dad loved them so dearly
Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where I learned about salvation from the book
But when I get old, will my story be told?
Leave a little bit of sunshine for a youngin'.
It been raining daily New York City feel like London.
Looking
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
throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters by the 85 Celtic vs. the Lakers watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball)
Jumping off
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
in Connecticut,
In a place called New Milford.
Which is not far from New York.
In... a... May of... a... 1960.
Soon after that,
My Parents moved to New
I’M WITH YOU!
OLIVIA
HELLO NEW YORK
IT’S BEEN YOU
BY MY SIDE
A BILLION HANDS
LIFT US HIGH
MAKE US DREAM
HELP US FLY!
WILL
WHOAAAA....STOP!
Where
Good news is comin' round the corner
Good news is rollin' round your floor
Where can all my troubles be?
Must be good news chasin' me
Good enough to set
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Island, New York (put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan, Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin' my early days, let's take
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Once again oughta look into the eye
Being myself, having my pride
No one, baby, is gonna take me for a ride
Burning my bridges, moving at last
Girl
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
Rescue
Old as the hills, new everyday
It's in the bones like it's DNA
First taste is sweet 'til it rots in your mouth
Another old friend who rats you
at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit, oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it
The state shouldn't be run similarly. That's the problem. Every state's a little different. I've lived in New York and Florida this summer. Those are
moving out next season
I say, "Yeah, New York is nice that time of year"
Almost as green as it is here
He says, "I thought you were moving to Sweden?"
"Look, I'll call you in the morning
Or my service will explain"
And another hundred people just got off of the train
I didn't come right to New York
that I'm letting myself down there is not a day that goes by that. I don't feel like I've let myself down in the way that I have music. So little in my
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