Raekwon
Live From New York
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Lyrics Live From New York
Li-li-live from new york (2x)
Is you watchin
Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga
Li-li-live from new york (2x)
Live from new york
Yo yo
All white bolon
The allie pulled on
Kept his fade low
Rocked swade in the snow
Blue tahoe
A wizard on the keyboard
Eyes look bloodshot lord
Nevermind that
Claim the award
In the system we just missed'em
Came through bangin nuthin but wu
The crowd blitzed'em
Much love
Autograph
Carryin the champaigne glasses
Crazy asses
Niggas on his neck like ski masks
Chill step on me
Axe slash through a little fifty
And crash
I wanna drink knew shed pocket the cash
Buck samonite hype nigga
Iron man blowin the mic
You motherfucken right
Live highlight then i seen him
Nigga was raw, stepped in
Bitches flexin' next to him
Bad mexicans
What up showin' you love
You got a real style
Where you from
The ow
Thats staten isle love no doubt
Oh god he had a take bout a hundred
Some strange nigga thought he had arranged
God gone blunted
Pay attention its cinch like sacks and macks
He did the knowledge
Ran to the bar and grabbed stacks
Now the whole parties bubblin'
Niggas got love his bug
He had on one glove
Rollin' up drugs
Is you watchin
Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga
Li-li-live from new york (2x)
Live from new york
Yo yo
All white bolon
The allie pulled on
Kept his fade low
Rocked swade in the snow
Blue tahoe
A wizard on the keyboard
Eyes look bloodshot lord
Nevermind that
Claim the award
In the system we just missed'em
Came through bangin nuthin but wu
The crowd blitzed'em
Much love
Autograph
Carryin the champaigne glasses
Crazy asses
Niggas on his neck like ski masks
Chill step on me
Axe slash through a little fifty
And crash
I wanna drink knew shed pocket the cash
Buck samonite hype nigga
Iron man blowin the mic
You motherfucken right
Live highlight then i seen him
Nigga was raw, stepped in
Bitches flexin' next to him
Bad mexicans
What up showin' you love
You got a real style
Where you from
The ow
Thats staten isle love no doubt
Oh god he had a take bout a hundred
Some strange nigga thought he had arranged
God gone blunted
Pay attention its cinch like sacks and macks
He did the knowledge
Ran to the bar and grabbed stacks
Now the whole parties bubblin'
Niggas got love his bug
He had on one glove
Rollin' up drugs
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