Lyrics:
made Lee Morgan die?"
White snow is falling
Your red, red blood is pouring
Blue notes rising in the New York sky
Freezing cold the night I met you
You
Walking the pavement
Your words falling down
Every blue sky I painted
Is stained by you now
They all tried to warn me
You sent out your army
on
Treeshes
New York the city
We stay scheming
Since i was younging
I was getting my feet wet
No regrets I was getting
Chased by the precinct
Took 3 steps I
flown past
As soon as I lose the braces,grit ya teeth till they all crack
Basic this greatness basis,from New york back round to new york
From avenues
I'm exhausted by this city life
Too many men in pinstripes
Taxi cabs and the club late night
Somewhere there's always a fight
They say chin up girl
coming the trauma
My mental state on a [?]
Just got some New York [?]
I'm out here doing the dash
I doubled up on my stash
You better run when I'm coming
I
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
the evergreens,
But I know what I'm needing
And I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with
I murdered the scene
Slay, what up?
Hip hop frontline
Blue chip in the building
You already know, yeah
I murdered the scene
King, look
I'm
in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's Hersheys bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
Yellow dog school bus kickin' up red dust
Pickin' us up by a barbed wire fence
MTV on the RCA, no A/C in the vents
We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
Oh, oh, we gon' do it like, oh, oh, we gon' do it like, oh, oh
We gon' do it like, oh, oh, we gon' do it like
Sheek usually white tee thugging, blue
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Over mountains, through mist, then wing down in Vancouver
Where nude bodies gleam and don't dream
dance like bachata
ARP from New York it go "Gra Gra"
Walk down look at his face fuck a Drive by
Fuckin' on yo bitch now she mine say "bye bye"
These
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine
We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry
New York, New York is a friend of the traveling
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
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