Here is your blueprint now find a location somewhere beyond the lights of town laying foundation for permanent fencing without ever breaking ground
Time for that daily look into the mirror making sure my teeth are still on straight and i guess my smile is working properly heaven knows things haven
Turn the engine off (flip it into neutral) barrelling down duncan hill leading to a tunnel (like a laughing tiger) swallowing the night and daylight
[Intro] Yeah man, Real Talk New York Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn Yeah man [Chorus] Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round
When I party in new york take the late night subway Goin out friday to comin home monday From all directions never on a one way flavor The rhyme jus da
wit no rules They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound They gettin' it in New York, keep
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, who's sharp
not like me and you That's where I lost you New York New York, New York New York New York, New York New York New York In New York I lost it all
(50 Cent):] Movie stars, models and, blondes and, cocaine (yeah) New York, L.A. is, all the same (c'mon, c'mon) The angels look the other way Cause they
ya face Call the doctor let him put it back in place [Talking: 50 Cent] ha ha ha 50 Cent, yeah what u gon do boy? From New York to Atlanta to Dallas
smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get
like I boss for the Celtics (cash) 200 G's so I can ship or shine (ah hah) And the watch face blue like a New York Giant (damn) And no commercial trap
man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the town The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I
Walkin Around Sniffin Each Others Butts Or Should I Say Asses What Would Be The More Politically Correct Term To Use For The Masses Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up New York
just the second one If you don't find me with mic, I'm mic checkin one One good pinch, and one good hunch That's just one bad apple out the New York bunch
the way I spit the Ether, Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for, Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh, New Yorker, slick talker, walk
