Navigated into my own hole, I've got a stunning view Of all I can't control. It's insulated but the walls are cold. One foot on the ground. One eye on
Traduzione: Di fronte a New York. Fly On The Wall.
C. gettin' money always on the grind this one goes to my New York gettin' money if it ain't about money this one goes to my New York gettin' money don
on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face give back
we brought The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York Chorus All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly
in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How's the king of New York
dress code, some old stank bitch with mascara touchin up your face on the road You feelin healthier, your rap audience is only New York to Philadelphia
a plane Head down south with no delayin In a under a day New York to J. A. Take in the sun you know, catch some rays Back on the jet fly to JFK Gotta
outta here, Lord let us live [The Game] Is that Michelle Chrisette Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride '08 to infinity California, New York
out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between
Upon the dawning of her full day he usually would come Galloping upon his winged horse Leaving trails of stars across the planet the night scene of New York
abilities I can rock on the mic, so you can have a ball I can fly through the air - stick to the wall I can take a punch, or get hit by a car I can go
they ain't bein broke We old-folkin it, got you smokin it Herb communications cause we talk that talk Whether Yorkshire or New York, New York Deep from the sleeps, I'm gettin Nightmares on
she rich Her beeper start buzzin' so we pullin' out a flip In the back of my mind, I'm sayin' 'yes, go ???????' Find a nigga rich in New York's one in
park Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all Be the voice for the streets we supply for years And go platinum on our most
fly or the floor fallin I'm a Tommy gun ? it ain't no best The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won A bunch of fuckin 2's and
get with it, we out nigga Come on! [Shyheim] I came into the party with my fly Wu-Wear shit on Two hundred in, my teeth flex, gotta throw my hit on