N.Y. Shining

The Game

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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
    3 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…

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    Composición: J. Taylor

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