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La musica de Harry Fraud

BX stand the fuck up

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Same Versace shades Biggie had

I be shining like the same suit Diddy had

Did it on my own, you niggas piggyback

Only nigga that could bring the city back

You playing with the game, nigga give me that

In that Mazi drop head, had to titty that

Your industry buzz watered down

Shorty know I'm coming up so she swallow down

It's that Joe Crack, eight G, digging crates

It's that bad boy, nine six, Biggie makes

They say Juice cold but he hot head

I'm in that four door Camaro with your box head

You fronting, you ain't never had no M's

Homie you ain't even have leather on your Timbs

Flex half a ton of pussy at the rooftop

It's that cool breeze when we let your roof drop

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Fat Joe, you know you run New York

I ain't gotta say much but them guns do talk

A Fab new Jag with them Angelina lips

Yeah the bitch all white, trunk full of Brad Pitt

They wanna test you when your gun go off

So I chop it like it's hot and send 'em right to the morgue

I bust a gun, automatic or the pump

And I fucks with Montana, no Brian Pumper

Fourteen bodies dropped all in four hours

Yeah the Bronx in the building when you smell that gunpowder

This is the home of Larry Davis

Happy land, you can see the fire in niggas' faces

Over here we play tag with them razors

And niggas overdose and call it dope fantasia

'Cause I just wanna kill people

Fire one, prepare for the Darkside sequel

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

You never been a boss, homie you's a worker

You's a one four fifth Willy's burger

Drive me sick like an ambulance

Fifth Ave boy, never rocked Dapper Dan

It's that vodka with the ten cent plastic cup

Two looses for a dollar and vanilla Dutch

Five dollar nutcracker, tryna find Nemo

One four five Broadway selling kilos

This that so hard, fall black man

Everything tax free, never met Sam

Go hard or go home, never half step

See Lo on the corner, always ass bent

This that me and my homies on the corner hot

Like, what if Big and Pac still alive

This that KRS-One, bridge is over

MC Sham, hundred grams in the baking soda

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York

Watch out, we run New York