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new york city - godfather of harlem lyrics

[intro: swizz beatz]
y’all know it’s saudi bronx
new york city
you heard me?
hahaha
mm
woo (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
woo (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
d*mn it feel good (hey, hey, hey, hey)
yeah

[chorus: swizz beatz]
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey, city)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey, d*mn)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, i cut that one in one take)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey)
f*ck what thеy say, i rock my pelle pellе anyway (brrt)
f*ck what they say, i rock my dirty timbs anyway (yo)
f*ck what they say, it’s double r’s still anyway (you know)
this city on lock, we throw it up anyway

[post*chorus: scarlip]
give me all your money, your money (huh, this a stick*up, n*gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (talk sour, d*ck up, n*gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (huh, this a stick*up, n*gga)
give me all your money (talk sour, d*ck up, n*gga)
[refrain: scarlip]
n*ggas gettin’ buckwild (woo, woo)
n*gga, don’t you run now (woo, woo)
my n*ggas, they got guns out (woo, woo)
in this game, it’s only one route (woo, woo)
pull them slugs out, n*gga

[verse 1: scarlip]
freeze, motherf*cker, on your knees, motherf*cker
hands up, don’t you even breathe, motherf*cker
ladies, listen
put the money in the bag, you better fill it
do you really wanna leave here with a bullet?

[refrain: scarlip]
n*ggas gettin’ buckwild (woo, woo)
n*ggas got them guns out (woo, woo)
n*gga, don’t you run now (woo, woo)
we gon’ pull them slugs out (woo, woo)

[chorus: swizz beatz]
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey, hey, d*mn)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey)
i’m on my new york city, on my new york city (hey, hey, hey)
f*ck what they said, it’s still the south bronx anyway
f*ck what they said, it’s still bk anyway (g’s)
queens n*ggas all day, harlem n*ggas don’t play (woah)
staten island get the green, wu*tang any day
[post*chorus: scarlip]
give me all your money, your money (huh, this a stick*up, n*gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (talk sour, d*ck up, n*gga)
give me all your money, your money, money (huh, this a stick*up, n*gga)
give me all your money (talk sour, d*ck up, n*gga)

[verse 2: scarlip]
walk up in the party, tell the bartender pour it up
n*ggas watchin’, but the grip is sittin’ in the tuck
he got somethin’ on his chest, i make a n*gga cough it up
now that n*gga coughin’ blood, who said you could talk to us?

- godfather of harlem lyrics

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