hug me She be spoiled by me, BALLIN! Like New York, and maybe this my new store... And, yes! I have found it for you! So, catch me and my new heart!
And I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City I'm gonna be somebody I'm getting, gonna get on that train Go to New York City I'm gonna be
and a couple groove towns. Who you work for? You know who the boss, new blue yankee?s seven and three fours. Where ever I?m met nigga I?m still in New York
herre, we gon' get it, it's like this We gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my hustlers are Gettin' it, we gettin
they still mad And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face I'ma kick your over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened In New York, New
my tongues 'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never
Livin' la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skin's the color of mocha She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca [Ricky] Woke up in New York
face off kicks in We don't love these hoes This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw
, B K, New york y'all Be the voice for the streets we supply for years And go platinum on our most quiet years We talk shit 'cause we are the shit Never
Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff We
want a contract, get signed up But like toys they need a good wind-up Then the other suckers, sayin' no names Rap on the mic and use New York slang Even though we
my mind Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort It be nothin' but rappers from old New York But
'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 'em in the stores
have tried And I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M A R, the Q U I S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born
's step in that's just the way it is Most of these fools are characters Men with no character, welcome to America Where we fight for freedom If it ain't about oil than we
's a bit smaller than a glove compartment For all my friends in New York, the next 10 rounds are on me New Yorkers have the most familiar faces And
who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it Don't ask me who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster