Lyrics:
it's money in New York, but shit, D.C was better
I'll be damned if I let these niggas take me out my spot
So I'm ridin' with this Glock, and some
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
this
Break it down
[Chorus]
Eighty dollar slippers to wash my car
It attracts more freaks than a beach lifeguard
Ah, imitate me and you'll bring
gunnin us down in the street.
Abuse of authority ain't even it,
rather the vast majority of 'em is too damn incompetent.
When is enough gon' be enough,
I
a family except for when it came down to dinner
And all the pain and the lies
Put tears in my eyes
Used it for fuel
Fuel for the drive
Drive down this road,
in years, man she old news
Anyways, we went out to see a movie
Had to tell security that you ain't wit us
And if my parents found out about you
Hidden
took over everybody want the fame
Give it up or hang it up and get to going wash yo brain
Talent youngins go away
Got me thinking that in next
Everyday
had enough of that? Yeah, give it right back
Now lay ya head back and roll in the Cadillac
How we do what we do, what it is, where it's going down
you for a ride on my boat, surprise it's called the ark
And I ain't biblical but this time is critical
Let's not go down like the Titanic
In the cold
you for a ride on my boat, surprise it's called the ark
And I ain't biblical but this time is critical
Let's not go down like the Titanic
In the cold
she bout to start
What we doin, these streets cold like New York im Patrick Ewing
If its the finals i cant let you win
She said she wanna slow down im
We moved! We danced under the bright light we headed south – it dawned in our minds oh we're going down to New Orleans to find dear Old Bill. Ain't
a maid
Doing all of the house-work, not me.
So what?
Now I scrub all the floors
And I wash down the walls
And I empty the chamber pot.
If it ended that
Our house burned down today
Our house has gone up in flames
The peace has left us today
Their actions have left us astray
How could you do this to me
populated like New York
I don't want no friends 'cause this life we live is short
All the real niggas in heaven
Walking on this long road and some of my
off no landing
Never gon back down
I'm following Christ got my back now
He wash me clean I ain't black now
I looked my the dash it don't slow down
What's sup what's sup New York City
This is E-V in the building
Yeah you know it's new music Fridays
cnd we're about to slow it down a bit
With this
than you, more bricks than you
More nines and extra clips than you
Where I live, it ain't a nice town
You can't walk around with iced down
Some clown
caked up, yo, straight up
It's new, y'all living off of slave trader's paper
But I'm a live, though, yo, I'm a live though
I'm putting up the big swing
prespective of life it's a synonymum
You can count it for this shit
spin it out of hand
You remember all these niggas down in jail
they'll wash their
The hottest young men in the business
And by hot I mean they're really doing it
And doing it outta sight, sight, sight, sight
Ah, ah, ah, ay, nature
partied nights with the a-list
I write this alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this alone in Vegas
I'm the only
thorns it all feels surreal
Impale the stem in the back of your conscience
Watch the blood trickle down the back of your mind
Foster your care as you sink
stop and talk now
D
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
C G A E
But I'll send you a tape from California
New
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