has just gotta go" So he pulled his hat down over his eyes Headed out for them western skies I think Bob Dylan said that He hit New York City He began
niggas is Made, y'all mens is two throat, my niggas is too big Who want it? Come bring it, let's bang, motherfucker [Chorus] [Hook] [Benzino] Boston, New York
still dancin, young, black and handsome Sean Jean 2 peice smellin better than ?? New York Nicks, courtside, nigga And1 I can stop making the bands, cuz i am one New york
you sho' can get some I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came Drag-on told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin
that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) It's Diddy, Murphy Lee and Nelly, how you love that? (Shit) Come on, we got another one player From New York
be so fucking mean? Take me home (TO) sweet West bay Big women (Ooo) Stinky's peepshow This Thursday (YEAH) Glamour pussy and some New York band Let
uh, wooh, sammy b, b, you got it like that I know you got it like that Yo mike g from the jungle brothers, man New orleans got it like that New york city
Who run it? You know who this is Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath Lloyd Bands, Cashis Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50 It's a movement, you can't stop it Talk of New York
Refrain: ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") Yeah, Big L is the first to represent. Verse One: Big L Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother
, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band
you in fact, this is where it's at cause lyrics I've provided is about to swing the bat and shake up the levels from New York to Montego It's all about
on u lady (Verse 2) Spend it in alanta girl, spend it in LA New York City girl big bom-bay neon lights with the champagne flights room side tickets to the big
makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit I'm New York
've been hot and bothered Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about From Philadelphia to Illinois, St. Louis, Alabama Country Gramma Queens, New York
to master my thoughts My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports Six feet two still whack on the court So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork
not a snitch But on the real it feel great to be rich I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' 'Makin' The Band' Johnny ordered my watch and he makin' the band
So we split to nail a rumor About some work in New Orleans A twenty fed the tank Two bucks fed the band Maybe we could make it Down in jambalaya band
New York shit Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit Woo, I'm on my New York shit B.I.G. on my New York shit Big Pun on my New York shit Jam Master Jay
