and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo Like George Whipple on New York
sweater That look is priceless! Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis? You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become [part 2] Banned from New York
like a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize
Yeah, uhh, uhh Word up And you say New York City A-ha-ha, word up {Take me away, baby} Uhh, uhh, uhh.. uhh Damn, you and your man had beef so he left
third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life) QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you been
a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize
the way I spit the Ether, Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for, Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh, New Yorker, slick talker, walk
put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made
you in fact, this is where it's at cause lyrics I've provided is about to swing the bat and shake up the levels from New York to Montego It's all about
fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute