Lyrics:
never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem
never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem
up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work, yeah
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my
stayed at 52nd street so that's what all these niggas thought
Cause they was from hilltop, where niggas pill pop
So I'm pulling up to the chill spot with
struggling to figure out what we really want
I want 52nd street in ’49
To be thrown across the Goldilocks Zone on the taxpayer’s dime
To see Sugar Ray fight
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
by
Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
romances
How far we've fallen baby now we've landed
On these street in the city tonight
In New York City tonight
Hanging on the corner
Of 52nd and Broadway
a name in these streets
Once they put 52nd in ya name
It's complete
I got you
This one's for the fam
'Kuz behind the wall
Build wit' your bro's
We designed
at The Gallery blowing my salary
Or flexin, rollin out west on 52nd
Or on South Street, see the fly jawns checkin'em
It's like Summertime at The Plat with Jazzy
on the floor
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Oh little Birdie
Its your turn to blow
Kansas city junky to New York city jive
To the ghost of 52nd street
As I head for Skid Away, make a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd
Cruised into a joint on 52nd street
Saw you sitting by the end of the bar
Auburn hair and a fine dress maybe get to find out who you are
And I go
I
that bird to 52nd street.
He played so sweet,
They told us, at the Onyx and at The Famous Door.
But we didn't score, Yardbird was no more.
.
(Jack
a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd, right day by Myers, then I make
bible with the whiskey
52nd Street
No phone calls from the cops or from your family
Can reach you
They all know you, you're famous in your fur coat
Just say "hi, woof, woof"
(Looking? Into? Hung?)
Undetectable poz bottom
Taking loads in the toilet
At Lucky Burger on 52nd Street
Just steps away
necc, my blower close in hand
Im a lightskin nigga , on the LA streets
Remotely controlled by the chronic weed
Dippin' down crenshaw is a serious task
coming from a well close by not even seven feet deep
Street life was very rough but it made me very tough
"Ahem ahem hem" sorry I had to cough
Life in
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five,
237 I'm comin' from 237
I've been trappin' 2 4 7 Hardboi Type and I'm straight from heaven
237 I'm comin' from 2 3 7
I've been trappin' 2 4 7 Hardboi
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I'm on the street, why they gotta bark
I'm about action, bitch, I wanna bark
You call me Brook
'Cause I'm on the bark
You call me Nami, 'cause I'm
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