Lyrics:
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
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
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
the day we die
From the streets of Watt's going worldwide
(Wide, wide)
And you don't stop, yeah
Kurupt from Tha Dogg Pound
Down with my niggas
From
if his money short
(Girl how you ride)
Keep it real with Yo nigga
Pop a pill with Yo nigga
Back ya bags hit New York and get a deal with Yo niqqa
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
Know what I mean? We about to get it popping, let's
your echo sound
King of New York I'm 17 I was a 100 pound
Please take your shiesty off my dogs is from the pound
NYPD after Mabu I keep a 100 rounds
Oou
you cut in, duckin' a reality blast.
You catch a D minus, fuckin' with New York's finest.
The conversation from them outsiders,
Dick riders,
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no
well
Parted your partners veil and dipped
I'm New York harbor
Tale of a sail, ripped sorta
Stuck on purpose for tha love of birthplace
But would have
'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
Each and every day,
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
Stay woke yung niggas that they move with me
Of a pine yung nigga quit that foolery
Commissary in New York, pass it to my g
When I'm walking out
Not a soul and not a sound
And our dreams a thousand pounds
Up to our knees we made our way
In the cold
And on that bitter New York night
I heard
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
possession of a firearm (that's new york)
Did the county, bologna like it was "ground round" (that's Texas)
Zeke ran an ecstasy ring, he on the countdown
motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what i'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga
28 grams when i'm rollin'
Been through New York and London
And Paris and back
by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my face, all he heard was a "bow!" (Bow!)
I beat the pussy, I slam that shit down (beat it up)
I can't see
with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me ya
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I
New York City, Brooklyn, uh!
I'm laying with a blonde, like Frankie Sinatra
She did it my way, head over my boxers
Drawers by Versace, know they match
'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
Each and every day,
Richmond, Virginia boston
New York City clinton Sparks
Don’t get it fucked up pussy
You know how to act
And I’m single handedly carrying New
York
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