the bandwagons braggin' hangin' banners Clearin' the way for younger MCs and new Hammers What was criticized six years back is now back With New York
ran never will only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs Hat low its not a weak link in my squad I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God
roll 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
the drop Spittin on cops, pitchin the rock Like Charlie Ward before the New York Knicks Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab On a New York bench,
Blood in, blood 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 n*gga Anything
blood 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 n*gga Anything in between
in, blood 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 n*gga Anything
my toes out Nine-six Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is "No Way Out II" (let's rock) I spend absurd money, private bird money That
my home so I shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip The thoughts unveil I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round
Raekwon] Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right some call it bricks, some call it birds
for me I'm royalty, motherfucker gon' bow to me 20-04, vampires that'll rip off your neck And eat your garlic, murder, from New York to Charlotte It'll
since The Real Roxanne" [50 Cent:] Thats right [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up G Unit [50 Cent:] Thats right, right we from the bottom You heard me New York? [Tony Yayo:] New York
in 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
[scratched: "I wanna know what time is it"] [Apathy:] Creep with me, as I crawl through your bloodstream Dirty as the bathroom in New York club scenes
my name's stretchin' they startin' to feel threatened I'm rowdy, I'm rough around the edges and I'm reckless Rock mics from New York, Philly to Texas
our ability to accept We don't need pessimism Teenage death, girls want dick not words Flicks, got hearse Tits, not hers Went to the park at dark and shot birds
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'
plate nigga move dump the eight guaranteed to pump his brakes To pissy drunk the case ain't got a month to waste Smile with a pumpkin face Deep enough