Lyrics:
survive,
I had a good friend in New York City,
Never called me Bocephus called me hillbilly,
Well he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For 43
Rochester, New York. Wrong. Ho.â??
Doggs gone be doggs don't fuck wit a dogg
if you can't take care of a dogg you know whut i say
take it easy, lady, you
eight five
Rapping on my mind
Since I heard that thug life
Everytime I hear it, I feel a lion inside
Everytime I live it I feel another voice rise
forget about you
I gotta say thanks to you
Serious nowhere that I would rather be than
Right here in New York City
Playing this song with The Roots
introduce..'
'Four of New York's finest..'
'Do you love the X-Ecutioners!'
[Large Professor]
Yo
I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer
what we brought
Ladybug don't we boom it from new york
Yes we do, uh
Time, space what is that like
Just how we livin' when in the hip life
Kids,
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
down, make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool, for this new era, new order
New terror, new torture, run up and extort ya, abort
Heavy on it, hmm-hmm
New York, stand the fuck up (grrah)
When we come out, it look like Princess Diana on the street (grrah)
Ayo, Ice (stop
want it, uh
Pull it back like orange
I just need the foreign, yuh
Ralph with the Lauren
In New York, wait for that storm, yuh
Big boys stuntin', uh
chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot
Wearin' my high boots,
Got all my world lies here in a sack
Looking for something,
Knowing that it ain't here where I'm at
Ain't looking back
Gave it all away, blood or song
And there's nothing left, used to be someone
Never really die, live in magazines and on the radio
Hasbeen demi-god
that was you and me
Lets do everything we talked about
Fly out to New York, girl lets do it right now
Chill in central park until the sun goes down
Head
the realest niggas
Brooklyn, what?
N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas
uh, uh huh uh uh
N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas
Marcy, New York, Brooklyn
N.Y.M.P,
after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that nigga AZ
ghost, I'm 5 thous'
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks,
With this blood upon my shirt
Could this shit get any worse?
Now the devil lives inside
Spray you down in cyanide
Motherfucker talkin shit
He won't even
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
[Chorus]
Oh, what a night
Late
missin' you I can take
I pray pray prayed, for a sign sign sign
Now there it is in the window
It's about time, damn time
There's a neon light at the end
just might wash it down
With a big pitcher of 'Someone new'
That blond blonde blonde
At the bar bar bar
See if she wants to try and unbreak my heart
on a spree spending daddy's change
Driving around in her brand new range
Baby know you lack dedication
Chasing highs seeking new sensations
And baby when it
wash while they clean my foreign
I got niggas pull drive by so fast they call it soaring
If I bought it first don't double back that's a warning
again
I'm lost in the dark again, feelings rolling in
Wash away my sins
Wash away my sins
I haven't done the worst okay?
But I know it's a curse if I
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