movin' in New York City Fly white girls movin' in New York City Fly white girls movin' in New York City Fly white girls movin' in New York City Fly white girls movin' in New York
on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore Two glock on me,
' From now on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me Yeah! [Verse 1] Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower Starin' down at New York
it since Grease Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island Stretched out, malled up in the cage Pull a ? out on Jimmy
abilities I can rock on the mic, so you can have a ball I can fly through the air - stick to the wall I can take a punch, or get hit by a car I can go
vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation [GZA] War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls
fly or the floor fallin I'm a Tommy gun ? it ain't no best The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won A bunch of fuckin 2's and
outta here, Lord let us live [The Game] Is that Michelle Chrisette Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride '08 to infinity California, New York
blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between
blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything
in, blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything
we brought The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York Chorus All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly
born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How's the king of New York
on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face give back
bombs, advanced cowards In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York In the moments we face opponents
they ain't bein broke We old-folkin it, got you smokin it Herb communications cause we talk that talk Whether Yorkshire or New York, New York Deep from the sleeps, I'm gettin Nightmares on
rich Her beeper start buzzin' so we pullin' out a flip In the back of my mind, I'm sayin' 'yes, go ???????' Find a nigga rich in New York's one in a