Lyrics:
knahmsayin?
Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... Yo, yo
Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
Of the prism of light but still blind
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
smart
What a damn find cherry pie
Took a long drive from new york city
Coffee dark as a moonless night
In the great northern hotel
The guest were
and foreign hoes
Flyin' out womens to borin' shows, I pray to God I don't overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang
Oh, God!
Sole has no eyes.
Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
New York here's our wolf like shadow
Hey New York our old friend
this roof could be my bed
Blankets feel like the night sky
Blankets feel better
on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
I waited to get tips
From Egypts to sea ships, to bein' chased by new york
Cops out the precincts, and words was bricks
We buildin' projects
GAME!
Stuck In this game
I'm never blame
I love this game
I wanna be a fame
Stuck In this grind
Major label suck
Ain't see me like they blind
Give my
nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressing 'em, I'm undressing 'em (mh)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York
nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressing 'em, I'm undressing 'em (mh)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York
thought it was impossible
In New York I'm an underground god
I bring niggas to the ground, the only smile a facade
I wake up I'm getting faded, I've been
12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back,
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
What you wanna do?
What you
on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you
look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright
the record
I don't need you on the side
Don't need you leave my mind
It's lethal, leave me blind
Broken watch, can't tell the timing
Promise something, yet you
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
threat
I see your sweat roll down your cheek
And your soft and sweet, your talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost
from Cleveland to LA to Cleveland to New York
And then I went down to New Orleans
And you're riding around with a felony four
Talking too much what you
nervous
Just know I do this job dirty
Like Donna Karan New York
Call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time
I travel courts and dream crime
My room
to touch the New York sky, oh yes
My love is so blind
I just cannot hear or see the world go by, oh yes
Someone can love so completely
One kiss should
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