as I gaze I cannot decide the calming waves the tender tide cool and blue the water round and blue the sky to which do we aspire? should we swim, or should
Nigga Want The Drama I Reach For The Mac 10 Make The 50 Cap Spin Till It Peel Back Skin Eazy Baby U Dont Wanna Belive Me Baby Yeeeeaahh Like Jeezy Baby
a freak with it Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it She come to my hotel room
you wanna eat Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals But that song in New York, dawg your
That bitchh and a vicious track? Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride
, playboy, and a Vette Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met? Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york Who got every bitch
I'm sayin'? [Verse 1: Naledge] Now, now See who walked in the room Dance on the treble, see the 808 boom Bad ass girl in the room, that is guarenteed
some shoes It's a new game doin', lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'm a give ya the blues It's a new game doin', lemme give ya the rules Get
your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom Yo Biggie What? what? She havin' my baby
? Sip of yak that bitch and a vicious track (?) Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a
a Luther video, 'Never Too Much' The way she smile, her face look pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calluses Her father owned six pallets in palaces Laying out in New York
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
for every penny ima let em knw (Chorus2) (Bridge) On the cool she baby boo n ima let her wear my chain new gucci shoes new ventom blues new platinum diamond ring new
naked, freaks get naked Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby Freaks get naked, freaks get naked Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
the undertaker Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this paper It's on the poppin' People wanna know when the album droppin' Start talkin' keep walkin' Flatbush New York
for his coke and jet [Trina Hook:] It's Miss Trina baby I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash Holla back ladies [Repeat] [Trick Daddy] New York
muthafuckin' house. Know what I'm sayin'? Come on. [DMX] Come on! [Verse 1: DMX] I don't walk that stop livin (bout like Bar?). Shuttin down underground streets of New York
baby, baby, baby ain't this the life Oh, ain't this the life, tell me baby, baby ain't this the life Oh, ain't this the life, baby, baby, baby ain't
