Lyrics:
haters
Coming at you daily, bar for bar , toe to toe
In the middle of the road, so long, living by the street code
Never turned off that, survival
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
nigga
Clue what's up
New York City what the fuck is up
We in this bitch
We visualize and dream and growin'
Up and being kings
Killin' for currency out
defeat
Come on
All this swagger I got yea I own
In the night I be studying all by my lone
In the night by myself in my mind I keep hearing new songs
Vietcong, I musta crawled a 1000 miles
But I'd only one thought on me mind,
'Twas your eyes of emerald green
My love is in New York, oh she's the only
of those from David's line
The melancholy chords come not by accident
But by the muses in my veins
The muses in my pains
The answer is art
The answer is art
(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?
Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh
When I party in New
need more
I'm living my life yea I'm loving it
I took me a trip to New York
Hella models in the spot yea
She wanna press on record
I just get up in that
niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you
tilt)
Cactus Jack on my shoe, in this shit
I came from the mud straight to the top (yeah)
Shooters outside double parked
I'm from New York, she like
Line them up I'll outline them in chalk
So New York can tell the way that he talk
Confident can tell the way that he walk
I run a muck got more joints in
a cartridge
No scriptures, Been that nigga regardless
Niggas want it but can't play the part
Bro I beg your pardon?
You in the way with it, in a New York minute
see his answer?
His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance
He's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants
Handsome, boy, does he know it!
y'all it's on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by
New York
like nothing happened, now
And there it is, you enact a smile
Problem is I know that this ain't really real
Yo can you pass a vowel
This way
bitches when I drop new tapes
Verse Two: MJG, Too $hort
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl,
one baby
AC:
(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse
AC will make you hot, girl remove your shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot one baby
AC:
(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse
AC will make you hot, girl remove your
like Scope
A nigga so dope, I got the new Pumas
I never take 'em out so
I call ‘em homeschoolers
Numbers like rulers, I’m tired of it all
I sleep in
act like bastard
A lot of niggaz need to see some cables and rope
Tied in basement with New York police department smellin gunsmoke
Act like you
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
blasting New York Dolls
Inside these four walls
When it all breaks and falls
Where it all breaks and falls
Sure, they owe, us, a living
But i dont expect
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