Letras:
Bird York Come Home

Come home Come home, stop wandering come home, back to the home of me home, safe inside of my tiny prayers nothing out there can harm me Come home

Come home Come home, stop wandering come home, back to the home of me home, safe inside of my tiny prayers nothing out there can harm me Come home

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 n*gga Anything in

let me think what I gotta gotta do Should I get the black or the chrome 22 And if a bird try to get out of the cage I bitch down new york times front

the flow, so my styling is employed I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale

York man! I'm from 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

the crew I'll have her lickin' on the 'sis too We gettin' money where I'm from nigga You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her shit I'll come

' on the streets of New York I just want to celebrate We 'bout to have a good year Yeah, we gets it in, gets it in, gets it in New York, we been had