Lyrics:
back like Remy 'n Joe's song
And Jin came in cocky, but look at his face now
I got him breathin' heavy like when Eminem was fuckin' in 8 Mile
I love
die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
Pick up my bigga nigga, who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten New York, first flockin'
Because
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
Just caught a rapper yesterday and
Stuck him for his piece
I love New York City, New York can hate me
I ate up Ja Rule and made his fans pay me
I look
its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
New York City is the arena of death
Yo the strip moving
and hopelessness proclaim in 7 thousand distinct dialects. A planet in total disarray
One New York City police officer is on trial for killing Ahmed Diablo was
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
in fights
That I didn't win and I didn't die
But they didn't live, so we did it right
Better not get in if you not gonna slide
'Cause you not gon'
linked up and I was in Crown Heights, I was livin' in Crown Heights
I was over there on Pacific between Ocean and New York
Boom, like, yo
We had to do
, 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
to New York and stay alive
All I need is my loaded four-five
And sweet and deadly like a killer beehive
And I can stalk in Fort Greene park
Same shit.
Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood.
>From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York.
To Alabama.
To motherfuckin
mornin'
And find the man you wanted, he is gone
Wanted man in New York City, wanted man in San Anton'
Wanted man down in Laredo, wanted man in Tupelo
mornin'
And find the man you wanted, he is gone
Wanted man in New York City, wanted man in San Anton'
Wanted man down in Laredo, wanted man in Tupelo
money having fun
I'm the most from the coast of the East then flee
Droppin more knowledge than liter on the New York pave'
It's me, Wonder Why, in
Still keep a couple a brave ones, mandatory
New York City like Joe Tory true story
No sucker shit no drama no Maury
Just blue faces Gemini's Im Sorry
No
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
to ruin
Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice
You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere
Gerbils for rectums, I break you
money having fun
I'm the most from the coast of the East then flee
Droppin more knowledge than liter on the New York pave'
It's me, Wonder Why, in
like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
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