Lyrics:
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
deals
We living in hell on earth huh
Yea we living in hell on earth
Don't nobody give a damn
Its only getting Worse
Children getting abused
Women getting
New York
We m4sh on them
We go m4sh on them
We gonn m4sh on them
It's two three four who this boy
Ladies show me love
Opps try ridicule us
End up
Top5 ent
Run that back,
Woah
Get ya papers up
I'm in New York with the thots, thots, thots, thots, uh
I'm in L.A. with my Glock, Glock, Glock, uh
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
New York
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
New tool ima bust
Nobody that i trust
Catch the smoke without a Dutch
Keep ya Head in the clouds like us
Brand new whip an you on the bus
Long time
living alone throughout the days of my life
Paris, New York, Jakarta just list it to me
But yeah, it's Brisbane
That told me it ain't always 'bout
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by one motto.
‘cause I hustle for today. So I can grind it hard for tomorrow
[Verse 3]
(Grinding) In the morning.
living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top
York or New Cali or something
Outside alive with fervor, with fever moon down to sun up
But in this timeline instead I'm in bed drugged up
Craving
the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin' stuck up
Give up what
the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin' stuck up
Give up what
mean a thing
I ain't Chi Ali
I bring them out with no ID
Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P.
Come here girl
Let me creep in your
but I only find downs
Ain't got time for no clowns
(Aye)
I can never say
That you never been here for me
In those days
I could never say that I'm not
lost friends that was with me at the playground
Yea
I got grown better watch what you say now
They told me boy this your only way out
Pouring up smoking
our best
Love you my nigga, word is bond, you'll stay strong
Out in New York this same shit is goin' on
Peace to all my brothers who keep still holdin'
Uh, peep me in a Jeep two deep
It's just me and my heat, y'all wanna take anything, leave boy sleep
No such thing as free, uh
Folk act tough but
a state think of weight that I could fly in
Can you hear me now like Verizon?
King of New York, bang your head right on a hydrant
Pops always told me
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
that proudly
Fast forward a year later my nigga he moved to New York
NY in NY he be rocking every cool drop
Sent me flicks from 34th street damn he
the
Fresh kicks, thick hips, best
Believe me. And Madonna 'bout to
Hurt 'em like a tag team. You
Gonna love us in our GAP jeans.
We walk by, people ask,
winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing
don’t Need to get me wrong baby
Just money that’s all I want when you See me in the club holla at your boy
I remember the time Wey dem they Bounce the boy
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