Young Buck

Young Buck - New York City lyrics

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No I'm not jay-z 50 or P.Diddy

Nas or DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie

I'm A dirty south soldier I hope y'all here me cause...



(I'm so in love with new york city)



Never met Big L or Big Pun

We only got big dreams where a nigga come from

Even with the beef shit still look what I done



(I'm so in love with new york city)



Here we go again!

(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)

Here we go again!

(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)

(I'm so in love with new york city)



I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade

No love to them niggas actin bitch made

It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid

Big yachts mansions buyin real estate

When young bucks got gun premieres

So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit

Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...



(I'm so in love with new york city)



The streets fuck with me I get in their blood

I give them reality rap an the shit for the club

You think Buck gon bankrupt kill yourself

The only thing we all have in common is death

The last one left like my nigga Bun-B

My son in the streets of the N.Y.C.

Even if I get caught and the fed's Come get me, yeeaah!



(I'm so in love with new york city)



Here we go again!

(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)

Here we go again!

(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)

(I'm so in love with new york city)



Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time (time)

My kind is designed for the grime (grime)

We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find

You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign

Can't hold him in the 

Niggas build you up just to watch you fall

Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...



(I'm so in love with new york city)



King of my own castle I'm a master

Stop an I'll fly right past ya

You know what I'm after

Until I get captured

When I'm in the casket like Ol' Dirty Bastard

Use to be a dream

Now it's me on the big screen

But my homie never saw sixteen

So if I see Pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell him that...



(I'm so in love with new york city)



(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)



(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)



(I'm so in love with new york city)










                   
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