Lyrics:
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
to check out the spot, it's right next to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole town starin'
At the New York City plates an the tough shit we wearin'
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude who only popping in four cities
filled wit' hollows
Stunt in the club, get hit wit' yellow bottles
Don't speak ma if ya neck don't swallow
'Cause 50 push Bentley's and Dre push
West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin' ice
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'
On a spaceship in another galaxy
Y'all niggas think making a movie is a club
I live my life IMAX 3D
Y'all niggas know it's big screen things on the scene
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
pockets bodybuild
Push the Volvo through the smog
Nother body prolly killed
We be like la di da di day
Time to get so fly today
In the city that I'm from
of the bridge, niggas die just to live
You want a beach, don't sleep 45 to ya wig
Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride wit me
M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my
in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's Hersheys bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets
West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin' ice
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
made 20 Ms and ain't neva did a Summer Jam
No disrespect that New York City bitch
But I blew without summer jam
Never seen a nigga try to slam me
a polish
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans
a small town
She gotta get to new york and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
How to get you, man
Damn I hope you understand
Money came with the scam
We be chillin'' in the cities
Of New York and L.A.
It is all good
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
]
Yeahhhh, Young Buck N****, Cashville, Tennessee N****
From Your Hood To My Hood Muthaf***a, New York City N****, Haha
Real S*** N****, It's All Good N****,
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