made this b4 the official...
better than the official... u
decide

FIRST one wit the lyrics too
LOL
jul 02 2007

Fifty!

(Chorus)
I-I get it, I-I get it
Yeah, I run New York
I-I get it, I-I get it
Yeah, yeah, I run New York

(Verse 1)
I took a quarter of water sold
in bottles for two bucks/
Coca-Cola
more

made this b4 the official...
better than the official... u
decide

FIRST one wit the lyrics too
LOL
jul 02 2007

Fifty!

(Chorus)
I-I get it, I-I get it
Yeah, I run New York
I-I get it, I-I get it
Yeah, yeah, I run New York

(Verse 1)
I took a quarter of water sold
in bottles for two bucks/
Coca-Cola came and bought it
for billions, what the fuck/
Have a baby by me baby be a
millionaire/
I write a check before the
baby comes, who the fuck
cares/
I'm stanky rich I'mma die
tryin to spend this shit/
Southsides up in this bitch/
Yeah I smell like the vault, I
use to sell dope/
I did play the block now I
play all rows/
In the south of France baby to
San Tropez/
Get a tan I'm already black
rich I'm already that/
Gangsta get a gat hit a head
hit a hat/
Call that a riddle rap shit
fuck the chitter chat/
I'm the baker I bake the bread
the barber I'll cut ya head/
A marksman I spray the lead
I'll blood clot chop ya leg/
Do not fuck wit the kid/
I get biz wit the sig I'll
come where you live, ya dig/

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
You could call this my new
shit but it ain't new though/
I got rid of my old bitch now
I got new hoes/
First it was the Benzo now I'm
in the Enzo/
Ferrari I'm sorry I keep
blowing up/
They call me the cakeman the
strawberry shake man/
I spray the AR make ya whole
clique breakdance/
Backspin headspin flat-line ya
dead then/
The nine shells the mac-10 who
wanna get it crackin/
When I was young I couldn't do
good now I can't do bad/
I ride wrap the new jag I just
buy the new jag/
Now nigga why you mad oh you
can't do that/
I'm so forgetful they callin
me cocky/
I'll come up out the jeweler
they callin me rocky/
It's the ice on my neck man
the wrist in my left hand/
Bling like blaow ya like my
style/
Huhu huhuhu I'm headed to the
bank right now/

(Chorus)

(Hook)
Yeah I talk the talk and I
walk the walk/
I got teflon on but i run New
York/
When I come outta court I pop
the cork/
I keep it gangsta I'll have
you outlined in chaulk/
In the hood if you ask about
me they tell ya I'm bout they
tell ya I'm bout my bread/
Round the world if you ask
about me they tell ya they
love the kid/

(Chorus)

(Outro)
I'm back on the streets man
I'm bringing the heat man
I'm on my grind
Like all the time
Trying to stop my shine
I'll cock my nine
Don't get outta line
I said don't get outta line

I-I get it, I-I get it
yeah, yeah............

Category Music

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