Lyrics:
bearded like I'm Jesus
New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches
Need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like
nigga be out in New York doing whatever the fuck he wanna do
I'm just a thorough nigga, five borough nigga
pProject nigga from the Westside of Compton,
A man's known by the friends that he keeps,
But I gotta drop wasteman so I got more reach,
It's kinda classistso I'm bustin' out my bowtie,
At least
ain't nun that I ain't heard though
Heat up that lil' whip, we spin the block, Disco Inferno
I got 'nects in New York, got a turk' in every borough
Just
When my heart aches I'm drownin', pain won't go away
And in my cups brown fills my brain, won't go away
These five yellow girls all on parade
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
Chia, it's Juice. Back up in this thing with y'all
Bringin' some old school flavors, y'all, with this one time
My pop's New York
We gon' show y'all
Feeling enlightened, knowing I'll survive any struggle I face
And in case you didn't know this the Cult Clan
From the boroughs in New York to the MidWest
the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie
than the Isleys
Put a pop in your pudding
But not the Cosby's type
I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes
The New York monsignor's just scared of his
los ángeles, tengo el toque bendito
No me moleste (ayo)
Los vuelvo fans de New York, todos quieren andar como este (yo)
I can write rhymes in my
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
New York City
To Your Streets (I'm Gone)
Suitcase no court case (Pray)
Bottles by the case
Estimate awards in the case
Just in case
They don't give me
that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
than the Isleys
Put a pop in your pudding
But not the Cosby's type
I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes
The New York monsignor's just scared of his
Brooklyn gospel's new york gospel
Sing gospel, heal niggas in central booking
Blessed, I'm from Brooklyn
The avenues and streets are scriptures
Knowing em
the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
Let's get it going
Yeah, yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you motherfuckers
I'm back, yeah
I just want every one of you motherfuckers that
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