Lyrics:
and you steal the show, you know it
The way you work it, baby, you're a natural
They love you in LA, NYC, and Nashville
That leather jacket and blue
house and start swervin' out
Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time it's Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Word-up A
I had the joint out
Nigga gon' ask me "what (I) want?"
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you
Word-up A
I had the joint out
Nigga gon' ask me "what [I] want?"
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you
Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle
of NYC
This is prophecy
Know this is meant to be
Evolve constantly
Half a century
Put your glasses up
Represent for me
Represent, represent
Yeah, yeah, what the deal Dog?
Where you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah, what the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool,
Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggas in Timbs
on their feet, I paint the picture on canvas
That I seen, in my dreams in quick visions and glances
Woke up in NYC today, don't think we're in Kansas
Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggas in Timbs
I
and the fifth
(Yea, motherf***er I'm high)
There I go again, blowing a spliff
When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
N.Y.C., is all I
[includes part of the leather conversation]
[Guitar solo from The Torture Never Stops
The Palladium, NYC
October 30, 1980
Engineer: George Douglas
NYC what i represent
Hands to the sky
Aviator confident
Yeah we hot tell the president, president
(HOOK)
Yeah we got that JUICE like Pac,
Yeah we got
and I got it in woodgrain
Moncler hood 'cause it could rain
Go make the runner go Usain
We goin' NYC, Eliantte
Buss down, it's a new plate
Aight,
a duck
Well well, that is not quite funny
The fat man from NYC
Sells guns for you and for me
The fattest cowboy around
In self-defense shoots you down
(Aye)
Aye, Where I'm finna be or finna stay
Up in NYC or in LA
Countin' up goin' up yeah we true
Ooh we boutta blow in 5, 4, 3, 2
(Aye) and one (Aye)
Say
and get L-I-T
She wanna fuck with a man like me
Wanna travel around the world, see the seven seas
Go retire on a beach or in NYC
I'ma count my money in
That smoke is gold
That smoke is gold
Everyday NYC
That smoke is gold
That smoke is gold
Upper east side
I wanna look inside of the sale of your heart
I
Pull up on that boy
Real shit no decoy
Choppa big, on roids
Flashed like polaroid
OCB
Fuck with me
Hold it down 6,4 to NYC
Pull up on that boy
Real
Vivienne on my feet
Not miami, I ride with that heat
Purple Hemi on the street
It spill out like pure codiene
Nyc, My new vibe with me and she
I lost my voice in NYC
So many people that I get dreary
I joined a choir that preaches pitty
So many gospels that I get eerie
One big white noise
I
already know how it was
You already know how it was
(Go Back) To LA or the Bay
(Go Back) to the places that you stayed
(Go Back) and Im from NYC
(Go Back)
a couple thousand great to be alive
You know where to find me out in NYC chilling with the papi's whipping Maserati's
Looking for a dime piece wilding
NYC P.D. You can see them on the streets
All over New York City kick the punx all around
Police Brutality - For you and me
Police Brutality -
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