New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bustin Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah - AHHHHHHHH! Take that.. [P. Diddy] Welcome to New York motherfuckers
, rotten to the core Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers
How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace out Motherfuckers said I'd never
need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the sad motherfuckin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these
relax and watch as I melt wax Don't ever let a brother like me Ride a dope track 'Cause once I hit it with the Vocltone It's mine Have motherfuckers
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
funny But I ain't broke, and I don't joke And my lyrics are known to make ears smoke Clear as a gun scope, I speak the pure dope Can the radio handle
Oh yeah I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E
Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, it don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope
about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom made casket for your motherfucking
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth
shots in this motherfucker And you didn't really have all that ass last month Girl you got some shots in that motherfucker? Yeah, we got the Roc in this motherfucker
son He looks like a ton of corned beef floating in beer He says, "Fucking Puerto Rican dope dealing punk Get your shit-brown ass out of here Fucking Puerto Rican dope
La da da da dah It's the motherfuckin' D O double G La da da da dah You know I'm mobbin' with the DRE You know who's back up in this motherfucker What
phunk and get that extra mob money Get yah first million and the come in with a test Watch for the feds, jack boys, and IRS 4 Jesus pieces and a motherfucking
mouth clean Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers I take 'em everywhere, I'm MC Hammer Started selling dope,
Boneyard, daily Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock So I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain And thugs remain to slang thangs, long live the dope
hand now i shoot you, a dead man speaks no words, thats some true shit, courtrooms to hoods, the streetlifes roofless, all love for the dope and dollar signs, no witnesses no motherfuckin