you want to go, if you want to leave when you're ready, when you're ready, when you're ready come be with me I don't want to be angry anymore so
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New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bustin Where New York
motherfuckin' see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York Comin' Kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee Jay-Hovah, he with
wood chilled with the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be
up off me Dame espacio Can I get a minute to breathe? Dame espacio that means give me space Dame espacio, damn back up off me Where I come from, we
fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath, Miss me? No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, "Miss me", Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me
York is a museum with its posters and graffiti If you're in the city on Sunday, come check me Get with me, get with me New York, it's red hot New York
can't even run 'less I run with a four Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block
inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me Who's got my back when the cops harass me New York, L.A or Cincinnati
I'm a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass New Yorker Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked
blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead Gamble with
, nigga, die slow with your smirk on Night, night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming
me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels Got Starkey coming out of his coat I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me Old ladies is like
, na, na, you can't catch me I'm not like Thomas in, in a five fifty Police be fiendin' to frisk me I'm so legit I walk away with the car keys, pissy
me runnin', funny, you think I'm lyin' May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin
, yo, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come