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Yo I'm in NY York on the block, I know you see that it's snowing Jesus beats, got the ki's, beats both of the shits blowin' Stupid Jack, the hoodie on, fuckin it man blowin G start, Jordan pre star like Bowen And now that I got everybody's fuckin attention Let some just some bitch ass niggas go independent Take that, I'm Drein', nigga you full of bandz Poke holes in ya, fill up the NY pack Nigga that believe, all into his feeling Cause he did 10 years for shootin at the ceiling Biggie gave you a mill, lil nigga should've chilled Cute curly side-lines talkin bout it real Take my resume, if a nigga want it I bury him But fuck this nigga, he make it to America I'm bout to hit Brooklyn, fuck on his bitch Erica Bustin up, call a cabbie cup After I tear it up and we just meditate Gave it up the day after election date Bitches on section 8, tryina get a section 8 Already came, this a rap like a magic team Hurricane Sandy got this bitch lights out She fell asleep then a girl got packed out It means the type hoes, NBA niggas wife out And leave my side bitches, nigga what you make out Mom's out, buzzing the stash, the quite's quiet now That some pretty on a steep and quite iced out Songtexte3 ki's, all 3 cones is smacked out And I bomb for us, see 40 block and lights out Word on the street bitch niggas saw me Sent the cops to my door nigga how you it do it cheap? I ain't beefin with, just you and me And I split the scene, 16 matching you Come on, come on Aus Songtexte Mania