It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York
way look and put your ass out i wanna fuck you but i cant even lie about baby i dont no why u cry about when we talk about leaving this world one day
One room, one night for every day spent Knocking a dent in the Sheetrock she's hot Got them legs fanned open like a peacock I saw her dancing in the club with her new
You know how it's going down, son Blow the spot up, one shot, yo, check it out Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day Freaky different shit make you
Two n a baby, that bird shit Momma calls, she want a new place Homeboy just caught a new case Need rooms just bought a new safe Audemar just got a new
Nothing, nothing Nothing can make you any less Tell me what could the problem be The past is something I can't change, it's a brand new day Don't you
, oh boy You're my every, every, every, everything You are my baby love, my baby love You make the sun come up, oh boy, oh boy You're my every, every, every
(oh boy) You're my every, every, every, everything You are my baby love, my baby love You make the sun come up Oh boy (oh boy) You're my every, every, every
the only one C'mon and lift me up it's a brand new day Open up a little happiness today So I can be someone new (so I can be someone new) C'mon and lift
[Chris Brown] You're a dime (so beautifu) Top of the line (so unusual) Words can't define, You're running through my mind all day I'm so happy you're
start the party if ya'll don't mind Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409 He rocks the highs,I dog the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day
, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every
A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry
son 'Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one Them fools don't play I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day They'd love
I-C-E-T But right now it's time for Evel E to hit me! Verse six: Rhyme pays. Buys my food every night and day Pays my rent my bills I guess I'm doin
don't like how this is goin' down Shit's real fucked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have a new