Lyrics:
the South (the globe)
But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now (uh)
Whatever I do is New York, you hear that shit all in my vowels (grrt)
I shook up
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
New York City is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK
Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down
'Cause they don't
to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills ?
And that's real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Nigga come into the war and I
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
The world is a place for the whole human race to live
I gave a highway patrolman a speeding ticket
And sold a blind man a flashlight
I am the only
the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your
Make cents
By Jamell NYT
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense wouldn’t let me in the game I was playing the fence I was playing
Whole city want me dead they don't really love
Hood want me in da feds they don't really love me
Friends wish they hit my head they don't really love
do or they don't, right?
I tell 'em, pardon me, my pardon is mausoleum flow
Bury me in one by the garden and floor seat me though
Seated
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay
Well what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck
Partner, if this
averaged two points
"Love Don't Live Here" droppin' soon, that's my new joint (woah)
And if I ever run into a Karen
I'm cursin' that bitch out everybody
Uh
Let me tell you what my city like
(New York city)
Appreciate but I ain't live a pretty life
That's right you could get lost up in them city lights
me, quote me just hear me and listen slowly
Its 5 am in new york and this city gone get to no me
I aint gritty like 50 and I aint tryna be hovi
I
City
And I'm a hustler, I put cracks in communities
Cops can't touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity
Now try I'm guaranteed a million shipped in scam
If
(silly)
They know my name throughout my whole city (New York)
A couple hoes showed titties, brought my locs wit' me (it's cracking)
And we ain't sharin'
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Student Price Card and a Yorkdale connect
Whole time, Courtne Smith was keepin' me in check
Try and find an inch of the city I ain't stepped in
If it's
roled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all you need me)
Young buck, catch up
Yep
I'm a prime time
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
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