New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it
X: It's a New York City War Call for you all Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war A midnight special billy New York call So when you squeeze
a picture in a frame Lost in this world I even get lost in this song And when the lights go down That is where I'll be found I get lost in this world
Übersetzung: Lost Boyz. New York City War Call.
believe when you're against the odds, and on your feet with you at your best, and promises kept, she'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you. Lost
think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood" I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm Or was he just lost in the flood? Eighth Avenue
Lost in this world I even get lost in this song And when the lights go down That is where I'll be found I get lost in this world I get lost in your eyes
the situation's not real Lost and sometimes I feel I have nowhere to go Because you tell me it's wrong To let my feelings show I've Lost My Place
[Chorus: repeat 2X] New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it [Kool Keith] There's a million albums out there with
2:] It's a New York City War Call for you all Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war A midnight special billy New York call So when you squeeze
New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute
still look what I done (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Here we go again!!!! [Chorus: ?) I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York
need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York
I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as
From all the blocks where I'm from (Every block is kinda mean) (But on our block we still praaayyy) 112th st. and 7th ave. in New York uptown (But
a menace Sucker, I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp You know how we do it All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin' All