if I choose to, I don't fall in love easily Give'you the blues Boo I have you sittin' 'round misty-eyed Caramel, get 'em all the time Hot shit from City High
do nothing, get em) [Verse 1: B.G.] It's like B. Gizzle, the world wide ghetto pass I'm reppin nigga, take a flight to them other land I fear God only
here I'm gettin' full all the time gettin' blunted My company on the move we bought the benz 500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other
me under Providence Memorial Park, I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought Take a ride With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side I'm so high
savin bitches I got the game He got the fame Plus I got the change Disrespect and puttin change on ya brain Three of the finest bitches in the city on
: [50 Cent:] Oh Oh Oh GGGGG G Unit Yeah Its 50 Cent And Lloyd Banks And Tony Yayo Nigga ha ha You got to love it New York City [Chorus: 50 Cent] I've
was a rich lil' whore She gave me $100, but I wanted some more Uh! Bring it down now! [Chorus] One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! Highway
you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas
the pen, I'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny niggas
watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Makaveli It's the, City of Angels and constant
marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny) I ain't in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy) 50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high) 50 got the fuckin' hood
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man. Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city
reach out for each other when the world goes cold. Feel so good to be home. Are you ready for my high civilization? Are you ready for my high civilization
with me and smile like your, wife behind me Too high to get over (yeah yeah) Too low to get under (yeah yeah) Too high to get over (yeah yeah) Too low
for you, Caroline They've built towers to the sky It hurts sometimes to watch them try They run themselves into the ground But I know you will love them City lights and city