, if it's a problem it's handled I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home
me think what I gotta, gotta do Should I get the black or the chrome 22 That's if a bird try to get out of the cage 1 bitch down New York Times front
t wet that Fucked her face, let's stuff the plays Jet back to Santa Cruz, Californ I A Peace to C-God, locked up cat, born nine ways Come home, mad soon
From Montreal! (P. Diddy) Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at?
me, I'm not hearin' Lickin' the lips for real like you really want it Is you dealin' with the cat that's blunted? Stay forever real shorty Ra', is you down To go home
Wonderin how the sword talk Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York? Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of course Come back
out I go driven hard to pick up old 222 en route. But now they've gone and cancelled Old Northwest 222 It's a late night bird that always brought me back home
come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift I'm fucked up J-Ro Yo I'm fucked up to lookin' at these bitches From a birds eye view My name is
York messed the rim Lower than Manhattan Lower than my pants saggin Lower than my baby mama leanin in that Benz wagon And you can be heard Jerry bird
Montreal City. (P. Diddy) Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at?
squeeze the gat an' pop ten out You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen An' if a bitch don't like me, she must like women Every time I come
is clockin These look out boys is hawkin You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere
T.I.P. be chillin at Ride wit a G, come and ride wit a G, all through the ATL' Come and Ride wit a G [Verse 3: T.I.] Alabama, Mississippi, come and
taught young to pop the metal Thats how shit get settled, learn to cook up the coke Never leave home without toast Learn to fly my bitches with birds
I'm steady tryin' to do more right So trife, your life could disappear And if you ain't careful who you fuckin' with, nigga Now reappear, come here, come
When it come to them guns, Ruger's a pro I cock it back, squeeze it, let it blow No niggaz too big, no niggaz too small And when it come to coke, my middle
is clockin' these look out boys is hawkin' You gotta be brave in the state of, Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere
red carpet when he come in New York Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York They tryin