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Vanilla
Chinchilla
You could never be ill-er
Drag dealer
My client-tel
He buys and sells
No tattoos
You know how we do
Back on the block like I
I be nollie tre flippin' on your block straight cruising
Tre tre flippin' on your block straight cruising
Nollie tre flippin on your block straight
Yeah "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs keep it real, I get ill
Number one, this will rock! "the
teaches you to live life the way
It should be lived, moment to moment, yes
Because every moment in New York could be your last
Oh yeah, yeah
You could
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Computers ain't that smart
Whatever man built could be taken apart
Anything new can get old
Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold
I'll tell you everything
Tell your life
Look deep into my mongrel eyes
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
When you
confident until
I made 'em run you know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities
Better known as your enemies you feel it now
Spark the L and you be
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Kris Mac Top 5
Ghetto Dymond
Dont give up the kids are watching
Fa Real
Now before everything crumbles
Make sure you pass knowledge down to your
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
dig)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (you dig)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (you dig)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
(Glock baby)
Bad ass kids, we was racin' with the streetlight (What?)
Brand new 'fit, got a Glock with the G Nikes (skrrt)
Fresh white tee with
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
clothes
You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose
I'm a new kid on the block
Though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach
So we
I'll be crying over my Mii wife
When she leaves me and takes the kids on my Nintendo 3DS screen
You'll catch me with friend group of three
They're
they air Cass'
My passion grows
Sorry I gotta crash your goals
You a movie star? Well when they see the way
I cook him tonight
It'll be the last time
Computers ain't that smart
Whatever man built could be taken apart
Anything new can get old
Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold
on
We gave you weapons so you'll be strong
Your hero power is near
(You're falling behind! You have absolutely no common sense!)
Your hero power is
gaga, ga oh oh oh
Goverment Hccker, eh poses
I can be good walk i can be cool point
I can be anything
I'll be your everything grab barriers
Just me,
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