Let me tell you bout the birds and bees How i stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend dont like me, cause he dont get a fourth
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
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's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-
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's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
' down in New York town. Mister Hudson come a-sailin' down the stream And old Mister Minuet paid for his dream. Bought your city on a one-way track, 'F I had
dirty to wash off I'm a boss with suburban swag Spittin' since I had a fuckin' pet hermit crab I'm burnin' bags, turn in a swervin' cab To the school
Check out the scheme of a dream, thick fog all around me Standing in a tunnel of blood, hounds surround me Shadow of a child, my eyes visualize and figure
Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx She used to make me dinner when the winter's were long Liza packed a pistol and a train to St. John A long
Yeah, uhh, uhh Word up And you say New York City A-ha-ha, word up {Take me away, baby} Uhh, uhh, uhh.. uhh Damn, you and your man had beef so he left
muggin' when you really a fan shit I rather go out in the Blazer, uh fuck it Bury me in a Benz with big rims A pair of black Timbs And the Beverly Twins
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing