Lyrics:
after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that nigga AZ
chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
[Chorus]
Oh, what a night
Late
With this blood upon my shirt
Could this shit get any worse?
Now the devil lives inside
Spray you down in cyanide
Motherfucker talkin shit
He won't even
ghost, I'm 5 thous'
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks,
wash while they clean my foreign
I got niggas pull drive by so fast they call it soaring
If I bought it first don't double back that's a warning
on a spree spending daddy's change
Driving around in her brand new range
Baby know you lack dedication
Chasing highs seeking new sensations
And baby when it
missin' you I can take
I pray pray prayed, for a sign sign sign
Now there it is in the window
It's about time, damn time
There's a neon light at the end
just might wash it down
With a big pitcher of 'Someone new'
That blond blonde blonde
At the bar bar bar
See if she wants to try and unbreak my heart
again
I'm lost in the dark again, feelings rolling in
Wash away my sins
Wash away my sins
I haven't done the worst okay?
But I know it's a curse if I
(Shoutout 808 Melo)
We goin' to New York on this
Go (4PF)
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand
this be the end?
With your New York blues again
It all seems so perfectly timed
Well, in your brand new skin, yeah, you look so pretty in it, yeah
I
killings
Beating round them blocks
Ain't New York but we gone do some drilling
Seeing Kyle in that wheelchair got my trigger fingers itching
Tryna feed
I gotta bitch from New York
She be given me neck
Hella sloppy with the head
Shorty no disrespect
Gotta bitch from LA
She be fucking me good
Hella
motherfuckers could get took down
Go pick up some books clown
Study nigga, plot growth, stay away from hot toast
Study how i rock flows, New York City got cold
Mi have what's coming to mi
What's coming to you Connek
The world Chico and everything in it
All time high
Yeah
Everything is at an all time high
Worf Deep Space Nine
Cause I'm on my Enterprise
And I'm so god damn fly
That I'm on this paper route
Said you old news York Times
Plenty shit I can say
wanna be in the play list
Of broken people like me
Who need to all let it be
We all know the worlds fucked
So let it all rein free
Come on down to my
Headphones blasting RZA, down the block from a crossfire
I keep it guarded, like an umpire
Speed the blocks, like a stunt driver
The handyman, jumper
come in two minutes, Now you know what true dick is
You had the bitch depressed, I gave her life a new image
She didn't come in three months, record it
Yeah I'm from New York but I be global you can't bite the flow
When I hear these beats I moonwalk them I ain't Michael though
I don't fly out in
Laurenovitch, yeah
3:36 in the morning
Location, a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York
What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
With a Latin
ground.
If we stay inside all winter
snow will come as due reward.
If we hide away from cloudbursts
rain will wash away our farms.
Its what we do in tidal
everything in sight
You gotta be bad to be good in the dead of the night
Kick it
You're dancing in fire, baby
When you're takin' it to the streets, yeah,
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