It’s another night in the city of lights
I sit back and take it all in Yo' city, my city our city baby
His city, her city our city baby
With another night in the city of lights
I close my eyes and the sun rises again
New York, New York, it’s our city baby to yo' city baby
One do you want from me?
Are you saying I shouldn’t raise Hell?
I give you true tales, you’re concerned with who sells
Whether you benefits from who balls or who fail
(FIRST FAMILY) Will brawl and you’ll bail
Time to unveil and climb in your hole
The homies do rap like black rock and roll
And ain’t no party like a Mo P. party
Dawg a Mo P. party don’t welcome e’rybody
Yo (AND WE GON' LAY IT DOWN) and show 'em how to party right
With trey bags and half pints of Bacardi Light
You start a fight, we do it as a ritual it’s pitiful
Y’all cats ain’t keeping rap traditional
You’re listening to the words of me
I ain’t trying to hit you with the third degree but you heard of me
I’m the original
Y’all wait for me to change
I just sit back, relax and nurse the game
Nigga
This is based on life stories
Yo, I illustrate a portrait of pain
On how we got lost in the game
I think back to the good times
The rise and fall
The sorrow and pain that come with the namew
Of those that did it to win
These are the days of my life
Wish I could live it again
But I can’t, times over fast like BK
Motion picture I fast forward my life squeeze play
To the days of the 2 triple 0
And it’s mad fake love
Snake cats and half fake thugs
God damn homie
What changed you?
Them birds in your hand?
Did you really have to murder your man?
With the greed to earn grams
Just a handful of real niggas that’s left
That ain’t dead they in jail and they gon' have to understand how
One nigga can fuck up a plan
And have a nigga mentally dead, confined in a can