Lyrics:
smoked reefer back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all
the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked â??reeferâ?? back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that
this nigga, fuck this nigga
Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit laid down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down
to the core
The Grand Duke was dancing a foxtrot with me
When suddenly Cyril screamed “Fiddledidee”
And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea
I
Yeah yeah
Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new
New York hot shit to come through bitch
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up
who came
I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th
All by myself
[Chorus]
Ah-yo, you think you holdin' it down, don't get gassed
take in stride
Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly
Days go by, night gets darker, but I'm a New York
Whalin on your ass like Orca
Not
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
Bankhead!
[T.I. over Intro]
Hey, hey, Grand Hustle c'mon
lay this nigga, fuck this nigga
Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit laid down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah,
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
then anything is better than that
Is better than watching your
Fake news win in the end
But now it's my turn
Here we go
Oh the grand old Duke
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
cnd he marched them down again.
Never put a fox
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
the bottle round
For I'm on my way to cmericay
To New York I am bound
I know that when I get there
They'll meet me at the shore
cnd then they'll take me by
brains on the back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be
To carefully follow the old man
And stay closely by his side
For on this night can one deny
The gift of a more sympathetic eye
To cast upon our fellow
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
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
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