still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
weather, short sleeves with my toes out Nine-six, Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' I spend absurd money, private bird
my ??? by my t-shirt Then I break, to the door My partner's three deep in a six-four Chorus: repeat 2X G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's
Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird, yeah Another Persian legacy The Iron Lung Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin' at
there they are) (Hmm) To day (Shove them) (Hmm) Birds travel together Birds follow the sun (Shove them there they are) And I am watching as the birds
[Barrington Levy] In New York they wants me And I'm gonna be there That city's calling And I'm gonna be there In Quebec, they wants me And I'm gonna be
young I'm the shadow behind the gun look at what I've become The feared of many niggas, the floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest in the hearts
They went down, down, deep underground In the great disaster I was hanging out in New York In the year two thousand and one I've seen steel birds
You know what I mean by coming together? Don: Yeah. Phyllis: I think since I came from New York, you know, I'm really . . . Don: Are you from New York
deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept The beast crept through concrete jungles Communicatin with one another And ghetto birds
runnin' from [Incomprehensible] Speeding through life at a fast pace So I pray to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch a case Trying ride the wave in a deep
through the sky Like a bird that's flying homeward It's that Air Mail Special on the fly Over plains and high dark mountains Over rivers deep and wide
ethel they were going to... yes, they where going to new york! "ethel, we're going to... new york! but first they were gonna stop in las vegas... &
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
Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed Shakin
[Raekwon the Chef] Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy [Method] The Iron Lung [Raekwon the Chef] Yo
's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I
through the sky Like a bird that's flying homeward It's that Airmail Special on the fly Over plains and high dark mountains Over rivers deep and wide