not what else to do he reaches out to her like wind when summer calls don't change the temperature you might not feel it at all he writes music and
her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of
you busters in this damn game are still teething Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it
it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 3: You wanna
'meen, ya'meen) Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em (Ya'meen) You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues You know New York is dying after all
, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's It's so ruff, it's so ruff 'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff To all my brothers wear
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all
, you just a bitch You work fastfood and you think you rich You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one I love to see you when you work that thang
not stop til, you was mine I guess God was like, aight fine Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it in heaps Try to give it back he be
bags Play with the hand you was dealt That's why I ride the track till it melt I could care less how you feel, how you felt I done spent niggaz rent
is taken to operating Nah, he might not live, so they start debating You in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad
, I don't give a fuck (People talking to me) You know I'm a eagle, feel the eagle (And calling my name) You don't feel like that, you gon' feel like
', it'll be the ones you forgotten about That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered, what? 'It
vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly Why niggaz actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it
buck, buck, buck But it's a must to duck, duck, duck Before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it You want my vote, no you're never gonna get it
Yo, put that crack out" You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day but you
you doin', stay with it, won't stop Til you blue in the face with it, can't stop Til, it's a new day, dig it? Off top We be (bump and grindin') Shaolin
hollow You love New York, but New York don't love you You're just a toy with Lucille Ball's hairdo On the mic it's all magic and I got short sleeves
