I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast
My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact
Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
All that ass in your jeans
You can't leave the ghetto streets
Word, absence will make the heart grow
She said she’s from the ghetto
Seen the how-to video now he on point
Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,
It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello
Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto
King of new york, yo i'm already there
Turn around and then you flip your hair
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