Street Life

Yeah Devine Intervention

Miliato, Begetz, AZ

Quad Money Presents..

Now the twin towers done blew up

****** seen the footage and threw up

I got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up

Mil-latin the dog done grew up

is it still manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin

my gunz speak rat-a-ta-in

understand my lingo

I'm from Albany

Afganistan,**** Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus

I'll shoot scud missles through his kango

and spray z gas on ya faggot ass

Allah you akba, make 767's crash

smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash

I keep a half a pound of cash

I thought I told you cats,I'm not a rapper

rock a G on my chest that stands for god,**** Dan I'm dapper

prada from head to toe

dollars, cherries in the moe

you fake ass pimps, get my chips

so I'm burying you and your hoes

I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show

so every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow

I'm guaranteed to flow

puffin that magic ****

knowledge itself ***** that's what you need

so **** you and those crabs that you feed,tell em holla at me.

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,its all we know

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,its all we know

I work for a quarter million in ****,a million dollars in cash

1.5 under the bathroom stash,put that little ass gun away *****

step up your murder game,still ****** wit ****

step up to *******,cardiay diamond links no more gold chains

vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain

I'm the one to watch ****** don't cover your eyes

so many eyes on my watch got em hypnotized

****** with hustlers ballin like rap ******

throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap ******

the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy

got mines on me front row with a grammy

slugs on the left and lust on the right

**** an award boo we'll take you home tonight

milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof

damn near crashed in valet off that over proofed ****,we drunk.

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,its all we know

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,its all we know

I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs

just tryin to live,**** gettin stuck with a bid

****** I **** with now,used to **** with his kids

slim dude food never stuck to my ribs

been tried on occasions,I lie with persuasion

hustled out of town nearly died in a Days Inn

breezed on a turnpike,received then returned kites

cold D to O.G homie ***** earn strikes,burnt mics

left em there to sizzle for shizzle

you know the dizzle my nizzle,I'm so visual

all jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle

blew a few mil and still official

BIG we still miss you,the games real fical

its two thou and a nickel,***** trying to go triple

until I'm there wit you,a wheel chair cripple

its no secret I'm a keep it popin like a pistol.

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know

New York New York with blood in your ice

put numbers on your head killa name your price

we gets love where ever we go

cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know