Rap Phenomenon

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This is New York
 You know what the fuck goin' on
 We in Bushwick we in Crown Height's we in Queens
 We're everywhere nigga
 We in all the stores (We in all the stores)
 This is New York
 You were already made aware
 On the block serving
 So you know the money old
 Put the pressure on 'em nigga
 So you know he gonna fold
 Woah, behold, the way I tote 'em poles, nigga better dig a hole
 Rob or be robbed, sell or be sold
 Two .45's catch a pussy nigga
 And expose you
 You been on Zolo mixed up with juice
 If you disrespect my set
 We ain't finna call truce
 Bitch its too late
 See your fate
 It's disaster
 Catch me in the hood collecting money like a pastor
 Big .38 turn his brains to cake batter
 Niggas ain't thugs, willies, or rapper dons
 I get up in your bitch ass
 Quick fast like Ramadan
 Nigga R.I.P Biggie the rap phenomenon
 I'm a real ass nigga, see the shit I'm scheming on?
 I'm with Dillinger and if that bitch a snitch then we killing her
 But if that bitch a groupie then the whole gang is feeling her
 Train (Choo Choo)
 Puffin on the strain
 In my brain, the cannabinoids are fucking up the pain
 I'm insane
 In the mustang, fucking up the paint
 Where we tear through the city
 Like were breaking up a brick of the 'caine
 Yeah I'm slick like the rain or the oil in your tank
 Bitch bang at your speakers if you're feeling what I'm saying
 In fame
 Us, busting pimples make it pus
 I ain't trust my niggas
 Cuz you switchin'
 Make a fuss
 Which russ?
 Your reputation bitch, into the dust
 Bitch, what's good?
 We be strollin' through our hood
 Big woods
 Doin what we shouldn't cuz you wouldn't and we could
 What's good?
 Bitches love you only when you fight with their kinfolk
 That's why i trust no hoe
 I be smoking the lizzo
 Grippin' on my extendo
 You get played like Nintendo
 Nigga listen to what I'm spittin' this the hintbook to pimpin'
 Spider Gang walk in this bitch
 You know we don't do no simpin'
 Bullets flying like the blimp
 Leave a fuck nigga limpin'
 Ay how the fuck you ain't got hamburgers at the deli
 Ay buy some hamburgers and I might come back and buy them shits
 "Hey I'm walkin' here watch where the fuck you goin'"
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:26
Key
11
Tempo
151 BPM

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