Lyrics:
swords, slice you like a laser
We mob deep in a New York state of mind
Steady grind till the sun shines light upon the sky
Till my eyes shut
Never God, I'll
My music reminds you of where young Jigga laid and Lauryn played
I'm respected, but not the New York way
It's home for home, and my home just don't
the back waiting to clip you
And ain't got to be from New York for homie to Knick you
For a dub and nick' you
Hit some pressure as a stress reliever
And I
to be a stranger
It all started in them summer days
That golden aura really set my fucking heart ablaze
Im from New York where we cant even stargaze
Girl
It's going down from out of town
Off the wicked streets of New York trouble
Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle
Blessing weight
a place called Strong Island
I have a rep to protect, epitomes I dissect
I was born in Brookyn, New York, but now Long I's in effect
(That's word to herb)
formidably
Now, baby got back, but she's a bore to me
Cause she's a front, like New York bottled water that lacks purity
My aura be tapped straight from
like Hip Hop when
New York was vacant lotting
Slapboxing as a teen, got my skills correct
Flows correct, blows direct
Fuck y'all niggas expect?
COD,
To the rhythm and the sound of the funky beat
I'm tougher than a New York strip steak
On a plate at a DC strip club
They talk about the days
lickin' good
Took her by the hand, time to make my move
To a rockin' little ditty, a jitterbug groove
c one step, two step, rodeo swing
c hip dip, double
New York (bump & grindin')
The Dirty Dirty (bump & grindin')
Mid West Be (bump & grindin')
West Coast (bump & grindin')
Overseas they (bump & grindin')
cyphing with Dumbledore and Gazorpazorp field
A new york tale
Carl Sagan’s heir
Jarl Balfruuf the Greater is my only intimidator
Colder than winter
Hotter
yo
Let's get it on, let's get it gully, get it ugly
East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this
I'm hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre
A lot of these niggas wasn't rhyming
Right so I took New York
I smoke this work that I cooked with a fork
When son writing it's a young
Tyson hooking your
Pop off that cork
'Cause I'm movin' to New York
Land of fingertip and mustard salad
Oh wait I must be lost in Dallas
Someone said there's a method
to the breach like I play for the Hawks
They say talk is cheap so actions will fall
Long Island New York so you know know what im reppin
We stand out like we won
me adviser
Now I’m a writer messed up a few Times
Before I got it had to see through Lines
I’m on New York known as the big Times
Gotta open up more
Took flight with my cape to New York bro
Take a bow when I hit with this arrow oohh
Ima keep it a g ayy
I used to live up in GA
I was living in BK when
on the level of the New York Exchange
My stock might rise, it might fall, and I know that it might flatline
But I know that my calves might start to burn from
down from out of town
Off the wicked streets of New York trouble
Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle
Blessin' weight to listen to greats
a kiss
I see your assignment Judas
That temptation look nice at first, but I won't make room for it
New York Condo units
We don't wait for the fight we
with the camera's on me
Talking to bitches and busting these traps
All of that New York drill shit canceled until y'all handle that Rat
That nigga Mo
brutal force
Devil pushing pitch fork to get max demon torque
New york only got five little burroughs and the malnourished girls
West coast ladies wearing
on the level of the New York Exchange
My stock might rise, it might fall, and I know that it might flatline
But I know that my calves might start to burn from
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