Lyrics:
here's a verse from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we know not what we may be"
So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy
I'm from Marcy houses
Marcy by marcy my sweataaaaa
Shawty pull up in margielaaaa
Bling on my neck any weatha
Nike adidas n fila
Pull up i'm robbin' ya dealaaaaaa
She just
.P, the realest
Uh huh uh uh
N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas
uh uh huh, uh uh
N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas
Marcy, feel me
I looked Death in the face years back
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
& Harden
Kd/Kyrie playin over way of Marcy
Playground done changed, game ain't the same
Shook the frame, bang bang
Dj
I'm in my motherfuckin mode mane
Boston Aquarium, 2008
I was with my Uncle Len and my Aunt Marcy
My cousins Bo and Jake and Little Nancy
We were there to see the sharks and the manta
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Yeah, I told a story once or twice
But every time I'm late
Yeah every time I'm late
And I seem calm on the surface
But I'm nervous every times she's
Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like
force me
I'm waiting by swings
Shine your lights and take me in now
my heart is bursting at the seams
as feel i couldn't i scream out // lungs are
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
I'm running laps
I can't stop I'll never laydown
And you know the whole world is my playground
Playground playground hey hey hey
All around the world
of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless
inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell
to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by marcy, this
Sleep by my heat never on the dresser
Ask me if I'm the best "Yes sir"
Give a fuck what a fuck n***a say now (no no)
Give a fuck what a fuck n***a say
Yo yo yo
We've got a new one from
Marcy with the flowers
City of gardens
Dedicated to Port Harcourt city
Yeah, exclusive
Elevated by the little
the playground song
Save all the lovers in the playground
Make you feel better
Make you feel better
And my finest words abandon me
Every time you walk on by
Seems
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
of mind
Creating worlds in your spare time
The shadows in the air
Are blinded by your light
And I see the way they
Look at you
They forget what it's like
Geah, What?
Niggas Bleek, Duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, Smoked out
Yeah
Uh, yo, yo
I'm on now
Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart
on the streets like I'm Rick Ross
Got a couple niggas that I know, that I need to toss
Self-made Zillionaire
And I'm fucking here
I'm surrounded by an army full
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