Lyrics:
back in the mix
The same Yo. Kodiak you know
But with a new bag of tricks
And I'm ready to grace your presence
If deserving and worth
Been living like
bumpin' Trick nigga
New York y'all know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen 'til they vision turn bitch
Pawn you out
Wanna see a demon in New York showing his ve-nom?
I don't need a clique, my nigga
I just run my legion on my own
Tell me you gotta it
Cuz I just know
And when you come in here you better wipe your feet
I'm from Alburqueque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas
I rode across on a gray horse, ??
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
indecision.
And my baby rests in New York, while my wife is singing songs
in a hotel room off the coast of Tennessee.
I turn my tricks and spin my webs,
it's no surprise
She 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
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
out like Pam nigga, I ain't call a cab
New York gritty in my veins don't get ya lil' homie smacked
Blow the reefer by the pound
Propeller flying off
been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick
I'm strickly gettin biz
You know who it is, when you from Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough
(Skepta)
As we proceed (Boy Better Know)
Yeah (let's go)
The bad boys are back
Blowing up shit like bomb in Iraq (boom)
Diddy's in white, I'm in all
intoxicated just offa request
I already seen you with that nigga, thought I'd never see you with somebody else
She outta New York, hella chemicals in her like
shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra
Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon
Spiritual exercise, tip me off, I know the fight effects
Throw the towel in, out of thought, I'm gettin' in the mix
The rumble in the jungle, grab my shorts,
blazin' the gun
And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
On these New York streets like baby what
Anything can happen, it usually does
I'm
game, is happenin' everywhere
Playas in Los Angeles, Detroit, Miami
New York, Chi-Town, world wide!
Chuuch is here!
All bout that cream
Since eighteen
You and me we don't mix
Straight to points with no tricks
My young boys they hit licks
Run the streets and pack
surface, get beneath the skin
Maybe I'm just searching for new complement
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time
with my mom up to san rafael
Now I’m older I go there all by myself
But the cornbread mix is still not a hard sell
So wave that flag, ring that bell
the bottom these niggas they hating I know how they do
I move by myself man I'm moving dolo
Man I move myself
Man I move wit no crew
Hold on I been in the mix
move smarter never send it through mail
Success doesn't mix with a failure
New york got your boy dripping no sailor
Marijuana grade a inhaler
Got me in
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
Timbuktu oder Kasachstan
Paris, New York, Amsterdam und Berlin
Einfach mal raus aus dem Loch wie Saddam Hussein
Wir bringen euch zurück ins Glück
Und
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