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A nigga like me man, I love the game
I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one of
Them ball player niggas, you know?
Like Bird, or Magic or somethin'
Yeah you know a nigga got dough
A nigga can leave the league but if I leave
The fans still gone love me man?
Look be on point, 'cause they
Look like real niggas, they switch sides
Side switchas, professional dick riders
We ain't learn how to be gangster
It's inside us
Slow lеaks coming from the inside
They insidеrs run wit' those you know
That's how you make it to the top
I got a small circle
Some mistake it for a dot
I run wit' hungry niggas that
Never been to yo spot
Yo life ain't shit if it's a come-up
They'll replace it for a shot
To kill you and become you
Take yo wife, your kids, and switch fathers
He'll raise your kids, that's his son
That's his daughter
Bronx first, then went to the Heights
Started the pitch for them
Went to PR, then Harlem
Rich Port to Rich Porter
Lil' boy, this a man's sport
I stole cars, to transport
That's snortin' the
A lawyer, they don't the cases, he ran court
Custom rims, all four fit like a, pussy
South Bronx, lil' Rich Port
We get cars and fix
Deliver over the Triboro, that's Rich Porter
Harlem (Shoo) government, we act funny
We on the strip
They let the wrong niggas get money
New York, New York, it's in my blood, nigga
New York, it's where I'm from, nigga
Dirty dirty, New York, it's in my blood
Nigga (Shoo)
New York, it's where I'm from, nigga
Black drop-top, with the heat on
Blood nigga rockin' True Blue's
I got my 3's on
Park the car, but I left the TVs on
Out bitch with one washed