sip and say to each his own He'd get distant Detroit but I'll leave him alone 'Cause New York's not my home Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin
sip and say to each his own He'd get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone Cause New York's Not My Home Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin
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another sip and say to each his own He'd get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone Cause New York's Not My Home Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's
, It's unbelieveable My street pull You even play like step in my way You'll meet my people [Chorus] I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's
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 as
he's hot I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go (tongue noises) Go 'head, space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I
Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of
New York's Backbone, take it home [Trife Da God] Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, something swell With the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle
I've provided is about to swing the bat and shake up the levels from New York to Montego It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make
down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa There's no place like home, New York, New York I run
are my homies? Up to no good Where are my homies? Yup I'm so hood What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt already See my hoes are like my plates, temporary
