Lyrics:
Let's talk New York
Correctly Political
I wanna talk to my People
Talk to my nation
And talk to my immigrants
Let's talk
I wanna chat wit the Leaders
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
know that talk is cheap
I'm so fresh to death like I'm just from my eulogy
The frame is Louis V
This game ain't new to me
I'm a legend that's
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
look like jewelry
Yeah I See twerking in those scrubs
But I'm no jury
I been wanting you for a while
But it's no hurry
21 questions 50 cent I'm taking
Ghetto champagne is chill
Stop back the first bit boys for gas an a meal
Now everybody's lookin' at the niggas from New York
Field jackets on an they peep
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
them bow's for the rocks
Look I came up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
But then you bitched up
$50, 000, rejected from Mook
That broke my heart
Nigga not what I expected from you
Thought you was Cassidy, The
Hustla, with
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
was 26
By the time they was 25 they already had kids
Went from the bed to the floor, then to the shower
I could have sworn that it lasted for 24 hours
though
They like drop a verse and I let this roll
When I grab the mike its over you Ju$t got on my rolla costa
New York New York I thought I told ya
AKG
at the park
I learn to rhyme in New York
I learned to breathe underwater
I learned to walk with a ghost
Adidas reeking of sulfur
A chauffeur cemetery funk
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
to murder me
Why is it that niggas talk the talk but never walk the walk so I talk the
talk if niggas scared to walk New York
Why is it that those who chose
(what) it's been worth it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point Six (see the car?)
Black fifty four, from the front to the back
Got a button
be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire
the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own
In dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and
These guns
frightening, you know?
I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
Canada!
Uh, live from
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
live I ain't fronting I rap what I live I ain't fronting
I came along way up from nothing I came along way up from nothing
It's a whole lotta racks in my
to win[01:35.49]Can't depend on nobody[01:37.04]Probably fucked my bro, probably[01:38.55]Chase the bag, all by my lonely[01:40.01]Long live my granny, know she bout bout
Baltimore city!
new york city!
you are now rockin' to the sounds of your girl little MO!
(ya can't hate on me)
'cause i just wanna chill and take
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