Lyrics:
The year is 1975 (yeah)
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go
Get your hands in
looking for me I've been down in the mix yeah
Got a brand new shorty on my dick doing tricks yeah
Put the gang on top I cannot let that shit switch yeah
that this is what you like
I'm your type, I know that this is what you like
Shawty from the Bay, she in New York
She said, "Dolla when you comin'
ride in that new whip
And she know I get it right, I can make her strip
She be callin' out my name, I don't want a trick
Bitch I'm sippin' out
Hear me, see me
Welcome to Soundview projects
Bronx, New York, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
busstation
Or I can take a plane
Give me a sek and I'll tell you how it went down
[Kool Keith]
I stayed in New York, depressed, walkin' mad through the block
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between
so take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygiene
Mental plus my
[O.C.]
Yo - I hold the keys to the fountain of youth
Plus keys to a double-are 4 point 6 dick
Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club
want, I just go out and get it
I'm like a fluzy I'm choosy and I don't fall for tricks
'Cause guys be running games, like the New York Nicks
But
a law, we gon' ride strapped, bitch
We be 'bout that beef, fuck that rap shit
And free my nigga Meek, I'm on my Philly shit
And my New York bitch from
My name is Wise Supreme and I don't eat pork
I reside in Chilltown but came from East New York
From a time of bein' broke to a life of luxury
Stay
马脑壳马脑壳
You can't get away
你那点鬼点子不可能打倒我
Your trick can't knock me down
低端
Low-end
你品味太低端
Your taste is too low-end
哪我都超得转 纽约到西安
I'm on top from New York
Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need co-signin'
Might go get me 'Cat or a Scat, no mileage (skrrt)
In the city where I'm from, we ain't have no God
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
feed us blue pills
Word Of God is my Red pill
Every lie be the roadkill
Broadcast the Truth, CNN
Word Of God in my New York Times,
Whether Republican
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
strictly big business
I went through plenty of G's, took some vacations and more
Got a lot more comin' near plus man right now I'm up in New York
That
strictly big business
I went through plenty of G's, took some vacations and more
Got a lot more comin' near plus man right now I'm up in New York
That
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
pink slip Maserati
Brand new bitch inked in like khelani
Do tricks on the dick kickflip or an Ollie
We up in the VIP thick bitch like safaree
Blue strips
boy in New York every other month and still hitting
Just found some more drank inside my cup and I might still sip it
I fell in love with the trees
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