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New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
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We die, we all take shits in it |
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[Kool Keith] |
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There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit |
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I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap |
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I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste |
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A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit |
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The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs |
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with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll |
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Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit |
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HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's |
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Soft jazz and homo R&B |
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I ain't payin for that Allure shit |
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Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it |
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I guarantee you get bad karma |
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Fly leather coat with the Coach bag |
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You step in shit, choose the Daily News |
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The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles |
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You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers not a little bit |
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(Wipe that shit off your soles) |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[Kool Keith] |
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I'm straight up on the butt-ass transit |
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I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway |
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My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit |
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Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues |
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Bitch you need to get out the boroughs |
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and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin |
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Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin Halloween pumpkin |
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Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin |
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Eat your breakfast muffin |
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My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin leather |
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I ain't say nothin |
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Cause in your panties secretly, I know you readin the magazine comin |
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The freak on the train is bustin |
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I was sittin here first, you wasn't |
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I know you goin home to masturbate |
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Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own fuckin cousin |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[Kool Keith] |
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Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? |
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You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you pre-paid |
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Girls and guys I'm not frontin |
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Y'all bullshittin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table |
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Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon |
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You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags |
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Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-ass herb niggaz are thin |
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Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin |
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The datin and courtin shit got everybody hyped up and sportin shit |
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The Bell system fraud |
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Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot |
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Ladies don't invite me over |
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Just cover the mattress with the piss, and the cum spot |
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Don't blast the same lame-ass singin MC a lot |
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Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop |
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You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot |
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[Chorus] - 2X |