Lyrics:
Yeah it's the talk of New York (yeah, yeah, yeah nigga!)
Mixed with that N.W.A. shit (what up? real talk of New York nigga)
I mean that G-Unit shit
went from peanut butter in Benton
To Tech N9ne really spittin'
Went from the Jackson Five
To George Clinton
To Bill Clinton
Ya he's a nigga like us
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
the dust in my saddle n' my horse in the shade
They say chin up girl you live New York City
No better place in the world
Oh yeah now aren't you pretty
New York but I rock my..
L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,
I'm walking in the rain
L.A Dodgers cap, with my
on the Eastside of the city
I done seen niggas ride and lose they lives, it ain’t pretty
The first time I seen a nigga die in front of me
That shit was
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me (yo, taxi)
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white,
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
or something
He's supposed to be callin' me in any minute now, yeah
Like, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Yeah, what?
(what?)
We can beef, I don't give a fuck, any street, stoop or block
Compton, New York City of Rocks
You ain't never been out the hood? don't go to far
egwu m na bang from Naija to New York
Now umuasa na melt zie ka ha bu iceblock
And if you love me for money idi too dumb
O kwa suo real in my circle
Bounce from side to side
Rastafari seh Jah in I n I (Rastafari)
Watch for di Yeng Yeng riding by
Plus di squaddie dem, we nuh waa problem
One whiff, smell
York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I
killed more niggas in the towers then gangbanging ever did, that’s why they need new york
On the front of murder dog (he wears a)
On the cover
or something
He's supposed to be callin' me in any minute now, yeah
Like, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Yeah, what?
ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like "Word"
City slicker, New York delivery
on the scene
a intense gun battle between police and known drug dealers
from both the local area and New York City
The shooting's been ongoing since early
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
(mick, I've got a...)
There must be one million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this is one of 'em
I live out on the island, and I
did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude who only popping in four cities
man,
you best hold him while you can,
cause you're gonna wake up one mornin'
and find the man you wanted, he is gone
Wanted man in New York City,
Wanted
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two:
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
trip
I dare anyone to say New York ain't my home, bitch
'Cus anywhere I go,
I let 'em know where home is
I seemed to be living the high life
So, decided
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