Lyrics:
to health
The highway to wealth
The highway to strength
The highway to money
The highway to power
Respect by the hour
In New York City
It get really Gritty
apartment
Parked in front the fan
And reminesce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand
'Tesants get the New York home game
With real life
of one MC and two DJ's
And the way Kevin D cut had me amazed
It was like I just joined the Lakers
Or even Rock Steady or the New York City Breakers
I
on the street, midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name, I need room to breathe
Wanna feel your ease I got to feel your peace
Screaming, down on my,
the best man I can be
This was our day in New York, but we had one goal in mind
We would spend a few hours with people of our own kind
After trying to see
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
my power, you’re a coward
Since 15 I’m sellin powder
Bought an hour, in the stu
Workin hard, I’m paying dues
Took an L that’s nothin new
Held it
all across the land
Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band
Uncle L, I love the heart land
South Carolina, they lookin' so tan
Out in
will remember you
With white wine by the barbecue
On New York at the birthday do, downtown
All that comes to mind
When I think about the time
Is
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
beginning
I love you
Down by the lake
Far away from New York
I saw you there
And my heart
Fell apart, I was hurt
I thought you were alone
I was wrong
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Yo, that Steve Rifkin style, shit
Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
They love the Venezuela nigga, stabbed his son with a fork
That was
on another endless night And the same old lines going back in time
Tell me this is nothing new
Well I feel like Buddy Holly
'cause it's raining in my heart
I still got you on my mind, you're my heart, you're my peace
You're still welcome in my arms, they go from York to Italy
All these times I put in
get it in. I get it in.
Once upon a time not long ago was a brother you would hardly know
with a heart of gold, from the city where the cartis glow
All this water
But this zaza floating so I can't drown
I done broke her heart way too much
She had a breakdown
Brooklyn
New York
You can catch me
than a late flight
From L.A. to New York twice in the same night
Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe
Watch homie's brains get
an Immovable object, meets an Unstoppable force
My Golden ratio
Crown engraved in the shape of New York
Way down in Brooklyn, I'm the boss
Of myself, only and I
You tore up your room
Like your heart
No New York but new me
The breaking news I canceled the flight
Hit like death
Like open casket
Like every facet
look me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
history,
And, it’s pretty compelling…
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We think you’d agree.
V2 Woman 1
Adds a new dimension to femininity…
And, immigrants in New York City,
peace within inequity
Exhale in ecstacy
You're coming around
And little by little I've found
A tender heart can't stand to be alone
But you're playing it
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