Lyrics:
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
York City is too witty
I come from a era of OJ cars, Latin Quarter
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't been to
You
wasn't New York city dollar pizza. I sent them in and I waited. A day turned into a week and then it turned into a few weeks. Then I got the email back. Hi
a small town
She gotta get to new york and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
now, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Ya, what? you found Manuel Noriega?
In the Philippines? He has a mansion?
Ok,
worker, R.C.
Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail
Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters
My voice box run through tracks like wild
back the gats and started cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short fusin
and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
We hit
Sent keys up to Fellipo
Transport state to state
Liven great
Bust around a hell gate
Can the key
Money man
Regulate
New York city crime state
pretending shit
Moved to LA
Shag by myself
No
I don't got no friends n shit
I stay away
Dey cutthroat
Before
I'll kill a nigga
I'm chill and stay in my lane
I'm not
Swagger it's in my roots
New York we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us
Most you niggas wanna be us, I can see it in they faces
They
shoot, then everybody involve
My bitch complaining by saying I got no soul
Winters in New York City got n****s moving so cold
Elevated my swag up under
time, I'ma show why I deserve the spot
Shoutout New York City yeah I'm always payin' homage
Under 25, first of my folks in college
Yeah that's where I'm
to the bread I took a few Ls
Smoked a few Ls and got right back to it
Jimmi Joe & No Name got me afloat in the game
Catch me fly sliding by like a float in
the glock tight, that's right
That's for the jackers at the spotlight, watch 'em
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin' by, pumpin' diesel
close,coast-to-coast,
Shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost
[Chorus]
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete I'm a crazy Eddie
and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair
Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
promise G
I'm not lying," then the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my niggaz flying
to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three
life
Where we from
Corona Queens
New York
Hot summers
Cold winters
Insult before we injure
Charlie whites
the name to mention
I only live to get big
the glock tight, that's right
That's for the jackers at the spotlight, watch 'em
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin' by, pumpin' diesel
a muc
Not given a fuck
Ready to tear shit up
Loaded dog
Wit no leash
Tho i tried to keep the peace
I give respect
N get respect
Killa ain't no in btwn
function, you can be from Grand Junction,
City of Angels, New York, London, Pekin, Moscow,
Kiev or, even fucking Birabidzhan, son -
All places feel like
crafts
That mobilize to clash defendants
The end-all installments dissolved in a
Class A blemish 'n such
I'm touching oxblood skies over my city
Which
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