Lyrics:
Amanda diva in New York
My New York insider wassup baby
Grindtime, Pittbul, Dot, Kino, Play-N-Skills
Big-time, Mike and Eminem, Magno
Pa Dave, brother wood
of the city (New York)
And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might
Staten Island
Even in the, City Don't forget the, Bronx & Harlem
I'm from Trini, But I trap In New York, What's tha problem
Ain't gang, But this Snob nose,
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
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
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
Come and roll
my zone like I'm in New York cause lately I've been balling just like a knick
I feel like Houdini when I'm writing this music cause I really just stay
tight, I can write in my dreams
LA in the morning, take a flight I'm with Preme
Hit New York, spin a bag on my chain
I'm a real street nigga, I can stand
front in New York
'Cause some of us is runnin' from court
Smokin' weed, mumblin' thoughts
Tryin' to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob
They Know It's Nazo I Ball On Some Hornet Shit Bending blocks all thru New York & Shit
Load up The Chevy den jump In a benzo
You know i be parallel
Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards
Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise
Middle of New York with a sack full of action
good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
dough
Us cuatro, lock flow, you don't know?
From New York City to Puerto Rico (whoa)
[Chorus:]
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre para ti
You got my
talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
'Cause there's no real n****z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
Ain't like it is in New York?
Why they forcing you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why? Try to tell 'em
uhh, Flatbush style, uhh
Brooklyn Queens Bronx style, yeah
Strong Island, wicked wild, yeah
Uhh, and New York town flavor all the crew
KRS-One, Shaggy,
Ain't like it is in New York?
Why they forcing you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why? Try to tell 'em
hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th
So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene
Catch a flight to new york city,
when I hit it I get in there and I jigg, ITSKUSHBABY
I knew I wanted to be a hustler since a jit
Trips to New York, we was tryna sell some sticks
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