anguish is near so close with me here and I have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide so just let me lie here by your side but before I sleep before I
, spend a day tryin to pull menage Just mackin this gorgeous; sunlight hit the ice it's flawless Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless
all my people givin' eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me R. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soul Everything that we spit
on a train brain vexed connect and then I feel blessed Whether day or night I'm on the street midtown New York City Let me stop praise your name I need room
i got the real version of lyrics that you tryin to kick yeah i'm crossing n***ers out, like what im writin to spit but on the flip son, everything im
cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. Goddamn nigga, this shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin' New York
my people givin' eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute when they can't stand me R. Kelly yo I'm right from the belly, you know the soul Everything that we spit
tryin' to pull menage Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless Bitches, they wanna
Uh, Look Good Evening Yeah When I party in New York take the late night subway Goin' out Friday to comin' home Monday From all directions never find
places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces Fuck that, i'ma five borough thorough mc Where I go, new york goes, keepin new york flows Niggaz be switchin
other places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces Fuck that, I'ma five borough thorough MC Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows Niggaz be
and plan my attack Not the one to test I posess mad finesse My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps On the New York
up A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough West Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause 'cause I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough. Everything
heated, when I spit it Where Da Paper At Run it, told you I gotta get it 'cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything
set off all sprinkler systems I'm that kid with the firey flow, the firey glow Adjust the mic levels or the wires will blow New York's bravest, meet the
in While I'm still in camp For every spin up on my jungle gym Stan: No offense to Detroit But I'm from New York Where we talk the talk and where
