leave me in New York New York mmmmm, mmmmm, Lady liberty your my shining star, I'll meet you in the garden after dark, And tell me all the stories
chill call me G double barrel N doom, boom I do it like a natty n-gga do wassup, New York city's pharoah potato on a barrell shell case muffle make me
the back of the damn cab The meter running hoping shawty paying the damn tab She how the ass drag This shit big, thats why we f-ck em New York all the
there for me, for me? That's what, that's what That's what, that's what That's what, that's what I wanna be there for you Will you be there for me, for me
believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight Mothers weep Sisters grieve Well, I entered the courtroom, State Of New York County of New York
atom bombs were just no use They were ugly, they were mean Biggest heads I ever seen They made everybody scream and shout First they leveled Tokyo Then New York
with me I'd rather, get busy to the third degree 'Cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave
me with all your light, I'm on a train brain vexed connect and then I feel blessed Whether day or night I'm on the street midtown New York City Let me
side Way I lean real low when I ride That's why my minds, they like my walk My accent from New York My way of thinking is slightly off They like the way he floss Leave
to my house They want a contract, get signed up But like toys they need a good wind-up Then the other suckers, sayin' no names Rap on the mic and use New York
glock From New York down to Georgia, it don't stop Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock, blat They say murder is the case, they wanna throw me
is not hot man if niggas not buying It's not rocket science But the way I rock it help me build up my alliance These niggas ain't playing in New York
fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched With no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk So tell me
corny Rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York
me I'm only getting up, splitting up yo anatomy Official Lox family, grants niggas handing me I want the finer things and I hope you understanding me
This is hard on me, I don't want to leave But in the meantime, take back your keys and Freeze, don't change, don't go, don't leave (Just, freeze) I
feds, who wanna see me dead? You can't kill, me, we put too much work in Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin' You can't kill me, it's been
