Kunci: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
New shit, smokin' numbers,
haulin' BXDN up
All my GED fell in union,
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niggas, what it is, it's a movement
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Fm
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Fm
Big dreams for my team
in the Caribbean
Coach schemes with triple beams,
homie, now we eatin'
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Fm
No fiends in dope leans, 9 -11 in them
Stand tall, even if they think we poor
The empire, who's with me?
New York, New York, as we get busy
We selling quarters, ounces, and ditties
Make my name taste like ass
when you speak to me
Your parents, you can keep it
I'm too hungry,
wake up smelling like new money
My dogs thugs,
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Fm
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G -type niggas that move drugs
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as soon as they smell blood
you like a dollar bill with no evil
I'm Section 8, the poor people
Pimp, somethin' gotta give,
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Fm
I done shouted a lot of kids
Tax write -off, I let em live
Shit, the cheddar breed,
jealousy, but check it, B
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Fm
If you front on us,
you get your ass fucked up
Homie, you sweet,
I won't even involve the burners
This ain't beef, it's a turkey burger
Nigga, I murder murder,
beats tough guys, whatever
So you can get served, playboy,
it's my pleasure
When you was runnin' round
tryin' to get it together
I'm first class, sippin' Moet,
switchin' the weather I'm gone
Big dreams for my team
in the Caribbean
Coach schemes with triple beans,
homie, now we eatin'
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No beans and dope leans,
Stand tall even if they think we fall
Empire, who's with me?
New York, New York,
niggas, we get busy
Sellin' quarters, ounces, and ditties
I'm gettin' spread while they hatin' the kid
I move pies, make dough like your bakery did
I keep heat, hold guns,
it ain't safe where I live
I'm 5 '9",
I don't dream about makin' it big
Got a ghoul squad behind me,
you make it hard to touch a nigga
Finger in your stomach for frontin',
I young buck a nigga
Y 'all cowards known for stuntin',
I don't trust a nigga
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Fm
If we got beef, no sweet,
y 'all come and get ya
Lay him down like Lego tracks,
he too soft
They some Play -Doh cats, yo figure
My niggas made, y 'all broke niggas
Your paper funny,
I don't joke bitch, it's true story
Play dumb when you know
what the alchemist
Beast on em, put the beats
on em like the alchemist
Run up on em, put the gun up on em,
comin' out the crib
He the best any rep
that acts like Malcolm did
Big dreams for my team in the Caribbean
Hope schemes with triple beams,
homie now we eatin'
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Fm
Mo' fiends and dope liens, 9 -11 in em
Stand tall even if they think we fall
The Empire, who's with me?
New York, New York, as we get busy
We selling quarters, ounces and dillies
Outro 1
Come and get me
Fm
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