dirty Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey Niggas ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime My room like the million dollar bill
she rich Her beeper start buzzin' so we pullin' out a flip In the back of my mind, I'm sayin' "Yes, go [unverified]" Find a nigga rich in New York's one
'm a freak with it Money come quiddick, hot shit, I spit it G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it She come to my hotel room
started burning Baby, don't you say goodbye Back on the road, up in New York City Low down blues hit me, sitting in my room Long distance operator,
:26 Guy From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From Alabama: Blues band, so do I! Aynsley: Blues. Guy From Alabama: Blues! Aynsley: Blues
from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead) Do crime in New York, money and
And out on the corner there's no room to move 'cause everybody's trying so hard to groove And in the blue light lounge The jazz musician plays his blues
the undertaker. Flipmode money-maker, make that kill for this paper. It's on the poppin. People wanna know when the album droppin. Start talkin. keep walkin. Flatbush new york
skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spot's an expensive place Manhattan, New York
back of the 6 sunset we ridin high on it (chorus)X2 ill make ya feel good while we ridin baby so good while we riding baby so good while we riding baby
whip with the ice cuban Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece to this nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise from East New York
carried me out there to say hello They told me that I stopped the show. So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms
me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for
for his coke and jet (Trina Hook): It's Miss Trina baby I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash Holla back ladies (Repeat) [Trick Daddy] New York
prowler, playboy, and a Vette Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met? Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york Who got
Nigga Want The Drama I Reach For The Mac 10 Make The 50 Cap Spin Till It Peel Back Skin Eazy Baby U Dont Wanna Belive Me Baby Yeeeeaahh Like Jeezy Baby