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things exist too
She got a 99¢ slice baby wearin $800 shoes
On the subway got out round Washington Square
Smoked up by the fountain I heard people say

It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck

were made of China
And your vows were bound in lambskin
And your dress draped over Sodom
And Gomorrah made of porcelain.

From Seville to Manhattan

in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by

Slicker Than Your Average

Craig David

Slicker Than Your Average

2002

And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take

Drunk Man's Theory

Snow

Cooler Conditions

1999

Manhattan home
I got a bottle of wine to drown my pains and sorrows
Singapore tune about this love I one knew
Margarita's her name

Got a gin fizz plan

they love to hate
Hate that they love, with too much street drama
To be in somebody's club, so I'm cautious
'cause I know shit that get funky, just

on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I

Yea
Too many fakes my crew hesitate
Been fooled by the fakes we knew
Gotta come prove that's a fact that you not a rat
Get rolled in a pack like dude

Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)
It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me)
Long as I continue to spit poems

In the Trunk

Too Short

The Mack of the Century... Too $Hort's Greatest Hits

2006

When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started

In the Trunk

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp [Clean]

1992

homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D

Games
Too hot to handle, getting burnt by these flames
Manhattan monster with a heat of gold
This joker's wild, these queens better fold
Death drops,

over here
Over here, pushing walls of Manhattan
I walk around all these brownstones
Why do you wish me not to get on?
I'm ready to throw here my bones

of Manhattan
Fantasies I’ve lived in passing
Visions of my dreams that I’ve been redacting
Inhibited feelings turn to fits of passion
In the instant the minute

loaded
But by golly don’t I do it so effortlessly?
Elegantly, this cheese is a delicacy
This is red wine and turtlenecks, and you shutting the f**k up

I watch outside through smoke of big cigar (Oh, big cigar)
Living in LA I've got a house in Dakar (Wrm)
Spending evening at Manhattan Beach with my

*Line not sung
				Evan: *My name is Evan Goldman I live at 224 West Ninety 2nd 
Street in the heart of Manhattan and my life just when to hell

day
I was walking 
Down to Manhattan
And there was a Chinese restaurant
One of the guys was standing outside
Offering people shrimp
When I passed by he

I’m tryna get this shit poppin’
And my homies and my homies poppin’ too
Hit me up you stopping through
Said the homie cropped a few
If you ain’t in

was loved even before there were words
And if we were gonna last forever who cares who said it first

She took me to her hometown, Upper West Manhattan

He shows me his hometown, driving way too fast
Young eyes radiating pride and a glimpse into the past
He laughs like his father, loves like his

I got the Sun in my eyes when shit is brick in Manhattan, you know I
Learned this language in the 310 (310!)
Touching down in LA with the bloody nose

I'm too playa to be worried bout a past one 
I'm dressing I'm pulling I'm killing fashion 
I'm dibbin dabbin causing havoc guess I'm spazzing 
I'm in