Lyrics:
Yeah yeah
Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new
New York hot shit to come through bitch
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up
a phase
Caught up in the moment, working 2 am
City lights, they’re blinding, shining through the haze
Swerving, moving, I been on a new pace, huh
Colder
Boy I's hard to tell you this
I have to leave it all behind
Boy I can't ignore it
I miss New York with my heart
with my body and my
restless mind
wit my spirit
Women so wicked
Tryna fuck wit my spirit
In a New York minute
Get shots through your melon
Fuck yo fitted fuck yo fitted
Get rushed
stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams,
fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had
down in Kansas City
Where even the blues sell by the pound
And I been down in New York City, brother
And that ain't no place to be down
Yeah, I'm
I'll cut ya ass off in a New York minute
Struggle in the jungle but ya boy a go-getter
That's how you know you fucking with a New York n***a
Yeah I'm
me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
you taking this ride
Ride or die or
Ride and wine
My baby boy fine
We Bonnie and Clyde
Riding the West Side
In New York City Style
I put my heart
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
I stood before the glittery borders of new radius in search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet, what I found was a gutter where the love
never felt more incomplete
I'll be in New York for the week, yeah heh eh
Don't hit my body that you need
Mm mm mm mm mm
This city left me in the streets
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit
Droptop what I came in
Broke
Issa lick
Issa lick
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit
Took shared time in McKee, U-God general contractin' service
While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp
For white boys who took steroids
Buildin'
the sunset in the keys
Or we can meet in New York City
In the glow of Broadway lights
Doesn't matter where we end up, long as you're by my side
Will you meet
son, bling
Sooner or later it's war
How many good niggas die? That's
The meaning of New York
A powerful armour, ration it
All this is tailor made stuff
old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
Okay... my sound drenches, each
Haha (Nitrose)
This a sick one, yeah
New York City, the city of dreams
Yeah, uh, yeah
Staying up, they're like, "What do you got against
New York
From everywhere
The city yo, the city yo
I run that fucking city yo
We gritty yo, yo we Littyyy yo
Yo I run that fucking city yo
We the Littyyy
know
I live by the G code
Bitch I think I'm Nino
I be chilling where it ain't safe
Cause I got an AK
Everyday's is payday
Think I need a vacay
a player on the bench (Lord)
Ayo, L.A. for the winter, New York City for the summer
Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number
No time for
happened
Alexander Hamilton
What did they say to you to get you to sell New York City down the river
Alexander Hamilton
Did Washington know about
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