in New York I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York If "manners
Englishman in New York I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York If
they'd stand behind me When the game got rough But the joke was on me There was nobody even there to call my bluff I'm going back to New York City I do
Sniffin Each Others Butts Or Should I Say Asses What Would Be The More Politically Correct Term To Use For The Masses Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up New York City Man
that I had lack of support From friends or relationships, I traveled up north Lived in Boston an visited family in New York Got my licence at 15 a studio
the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese This is it, cause fuck you head man I know a bunch of crips that love redman And walk in New york, man things
Timbs just bought, the chain I sport I floss Thugs walkin through the block party, hands on my drawers Poppin cham' corks, posin like the man of New York
Where the Cash At? (x4) que pasa, no english, man my casa big like new england, man that Chrome Bugatti is pretty man dirty money so i call it stinkin man
Raekwon] Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York
just getting back from the tour, man What it be like, man? Yo, bust it, turn me up Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can make
stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York
the lights, darkening the erea, then hop in Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin' Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough Shoppin' in rotten--New York
I straight start aimin', would I miss? Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss I say she looks so good and she's so big But, man oh man, that bitch can
mek dem bawl out, bedroom bathroom all bout Wuk gal mek dem bawl out, all di set all di false hair fall out (Yep, good to call ladies from Canada, ladies from New York
Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good, you old bag My Life, My Life Just this evening Some young associates of ours Are flying to see us from New York
off Bacardi, high off the trauma It's death from above, the livest dive bomber In the squadron, I break formation I get New York love like my name'
New York, yeah, we G'ed up Act up, clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beamer Taxin' your cash and you ask me to ease up
Twin Towers Sittin' in the belly of the beast In the World Trade Organization, bein' harassed by police I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot New York
