Lyrics:
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine
We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry
New York, New York is a friend of the traveling
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
complete light and be like
I'm a live life after this one crime
One line from the Megalah blow spines
Everyone knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still
to write alone
Be in my zone
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
But the only thing like home I've ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama
Ha
From new york to philly to cali
Another one is done
Home run hits entertainment
I came way to far in life to stop now
Ayo
I came way to far in
seven-million dollar home
And I got the number of some girl in New York City
who?s always wide awake
so I never have to spend the night alone
I got this
and Philadelph'
And know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork
And as for we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York
I ought to say my fam
fucked up I'm numb
Man what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home
I was like 15 when I saw you through
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh,
my home theater
Watching the same damn DVD
Of the first tour
The last tour he was still alive
And it hurts so I fast forward
Sleeping pills will make
with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh,
wasn't New York city dollar pizza. I sent them in and I waited. A day turned into a week and then it turned into a few weeks. Then I got the email back. Hi
Home
Is where we live our quiet life
We
Would stumble on a big surprise
Nothing to excite
We'll just play music if that's alright
The news
They just
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
goodbyes
Started from a righteous path
Prayed on bloodied knees
Soft breeze lully you to sleep
Every step we took
No regrets to look back on
Too scorned by
to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now!
But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat
grand piano, baby grand pianos do not fit in New York city apartments. My dad was excited. My mom was pissed. To this day she's still pissed because they
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
I'm grown and well-known
Try to take me out New York but you can't take New York out of me
Cause that's the only way that I know how to be
My
n**** at all
'Cause I'm a dog
In the rock I'm a Pit
And I stopping for s*** I'm full blooded
All my n****s go fearless from New York to Philly
From
no disrespect to Chi-Town, my home (my home)
But we've got to learn how to support our own (our own)
I admit that my heart cries for my city (my
Chinese
But you know where we goin
Miami Beach
Cali streets
New York City
Where we pull up
That's the scene
Yeah
This weed is exotic
Without it I'm toxic
to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
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