Lyrics:
gang, yo how you living it?
My cuban cigar lit, watching the New York Knicks
In the latest designer drip, rocking some Gucci flips
So sick! Reminiscing
your bitch in my new car)
I'm grinding when the sun up
Grinding when the sun down
It's my town
I'm putting all this work in
Repping for New York
I don't
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
first moved to New York
I was a teenager it was 1979 and New
York was a very scary place in the
First year I was held at gunpoint
Raped on a rooftop with
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two:
Granny told me "Boy you getting old
So tip your toes
And make sure you zip your clothes"
For Simon told if he did what Simon said
If only granny know I
did everything for New York
New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
we stepping to New
York we the ultimate
The remedy to make your body rock
Only real niggas come like this
What's up Kemo
around, she get around a lot
And when you check it out, she ah bust all di spot
She get around, she get around a lot
From Paris to New York and she come
I looked down in there
It was was only a dream, I knew
I knew it was new
It was only a dream
I knew it was true
I die
Things come true
I die
They do
and spit like a furnace
Only real cat in the kitchen, its perfect
Serpents are lurking
And nobodies searching for natural talent who rips like a surgeon
It's
a young'in already had reached that
On some real life topics I've been snapping
You ain't bust no shots boy you been capping
You ain't living how you said it
the changes
The roots say they more then basic
New York's for my birthday cuz I'm paper chasing
Jean-Michel Basquiat with the flow you other boys basic
Some
smiling by myself Spending racks by myself
Spending racks by myself boy Uh-uh
Spending racks by myself boy Spending racks by myself boy Spending racks
living the dream, getting lost on the screen,
doing Presley in front of the mirror...
Hanging around, getting high on the sounds
of the ladies and electric
I'mma get the bag like a sack race
Put a hundred thousand in the suitcase
White boy but I keep a blue face
Me and my boss got ties like a shoelace
Heard
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
You
Ponle
I jump in my 1963 Chevrolet
Watch it lay, orale
On the floor, en el suelo
Lifts me off the ground just like a leño, que no
Simon, packs much
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
I remember it like it was yesterday
Snow in the park and skaters on the ice
Long black cars standing side-by-side
Loading up the boys at night
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
call if it ain't business
Cause I'm too busy living
I'm living, I'm living
I'm just living
I'm living
See this money my addiction
Got drugs in my
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
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