Lyrics:
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
pop in
I'm puttin' the work to last longer, hold my lil' girl at drop-ins
New package landed, blue magic branded and hazard planted
Back the screen,
to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
D-B-L-O-C-K he spray
The hawk'll
touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit'
My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin' la, relaxin'
touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit'
My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin' la, relaxin'
this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley
Ain't nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm
in a talk
On the corner selling the snort
It's hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk
Fake guards telling you pork
Settle for
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
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
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
just want every one of you motherfuckers in here to do one thing with me
C'mon
[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody rise
C'mon, New York
how it went to pay the rent
And up in Cali motherfuckers
Know I'm gettin' paper
And now it's gettin' harder one
Times is on my tail
I Judge in New York
go)
This year shit it's all on me
I'm hollering happy new year
Haha, yeah Curtis so while you watching
The ball drop in New York
Well this what they
touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New
a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk, 38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit
Flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm
I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, New
the game highlight
In the back with this bitch And you know that I hit I
Came back in the mix and she came back with a bag of tricks
In the back with this
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
of crooks, yes, Brooklyn's the borough
Homicide central, East New York
Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk
Walk like a ninja on the asphalt
double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick
Cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause
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