Lyrics:
seeds
Cheaper than booze down in the bowery
Lightning strike! Old New York!
Everythings light! Strike!
Hey ho such a night
I'll see why yall when
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
a trend
And now its cool to be a rat and just tell on your friends
They say you got to be a sell out to make it it makes sense
That's prolly why I'll never
man Bun B, what?
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
her papes from the gutter
Tried to make my moves on Miss Elaine, she called me "Young boy"
Told her not to diss me, "I just want to be your love toy"
Richard, hello, I know it's 4am on New Years Day
I never made it home last night, alright
A minor so they dropped the charge and I'll be out today
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
It's just another
shorty, you love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
Go shawty, it's your birthday (Woo)
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
a name all around the globe
Yet still south side I was brought up by the code (south side)
N I was told everything ain't gold its cause the glitter
my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes
F- them stupid Pumas, b-, it's all about them new edition Troops
You get them LL Cool J
the top down on it, ducking suckers tryna block my moment
Man, what can I say?
And you gon' be mad when I get her
Sad when you found out I hit her
Man,
you processing this?
It's gotta be harder for you than it is for me
You got a 13-year-old kid"
But Kevin's on New York time
And it's 6:30 AM, and so
Listen
It's evident I'm better than you ever said I'll be
You better step directly, better yet just never mention me
Unless you want the extra
wandering,
Got my girl on the phone, tell her to kiss little J,
Cause I'll be gone again "Honey I can't speak." she suckin' her cheek,
"If everything go
Everything I do goes parabolic, atomic bomb
Garbage pale kid down in Vietnam
They know that they I'm really on
One in the chamber, two in the fuck what you
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
the greatest then who am I
When i'm made of everything you are not
And i got the recipe
Boy stop
On by the noon, time to buy me a new whip
On by the noon, time
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
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