or pretty, it's still my city. Make up your mind and get in or get out! Say what you will, but get in or get out! We never thought that he would leave
Ugly or pretty, it's still my city. Make up your mind and get in or get out! Say what you will, but get in or get out! We never thought that he would
New York what I wear the the club may vary Mets or Yankees like the Subway Series When I'm in Boston I melt the bean In a hot Red Soxs or Celtics green
[Intro:] Haha look like I'm gettin money Look like I got a bunch of bitches to right Look like I get every car that come the fuck out That's what it look
Bentley with black twentys showin' up Its hard for a nigga not to get into they feelings I'm tryin' to show 'em how to get into the millions Trips to Rio'll make 'em get
reason niggaz take a loss When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch'll rearrange your house The shit I got, will make the laws back up and get
spit the heat, for the people to remember me Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout But not I, this for those who remember little Popeye And I remember hot guys
roll in the 3 or the glass house Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my glass mouth Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore they get me I cash out
A lot of niggaz, wanna see me in my grave (more or less) I be ready for the drama, anyday (more or less) Go to war, in the midst of gun play (more or
get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for
man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out
I go, I ball Precisely my game tight, or for so I fall I'm the invincible, and since the top principals Lose like the Heat to them all, who got the heart
tellin' you man! You gotta watch these niggaz, man! {DAMN! } [Chorus:] I'm PARANOID! - Bitch I can't sleep! Niggaz tryna get me; man gimme my heat! Put
wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club wylin out
left in my heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You niggas gon' get layed out in