gotta hava babayy My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes maybach, grey black And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks Fuck yo city yo town I state facts,
of tuna You fuckin' with a piranha The ballin' is no illusion Paper tall as a tower I'm paid hoe, I could change your life all in a hour I promise I see the city
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Ay , yo It took 8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather
you know it It's all a gamble when it's just a game You treat it like a capital crime Everybody's doing their time Take me down To the Paradise City
yo You're my kind of girl Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Hey yo 'Coz that's my peeps and we rows D Flying first class from NY City to Blackstreet What
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey (Queen Pen) Cause that smart peeps and we roll jeeps Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
(you're my kind of girl)Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo 'cause that's my peeps and we rool deepFlying first class from NY City to BlackstreetWhat chu know
the home team QB when I touchdown Roll out the red carpet when I come round Outro Aw yeah! City to city! On the road! Claiming my city! We represent this city
well imma lease a rapper to the youngin" Lil' Diggy. Re-Rest in peace Pac, Re-Rest in Biggy, but twizzy, im more like The Beatles in my city (rock).
Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the
Leave the bright, blue door on the white-washed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Just leave
a sting like elastic But on a whole new scale now, I'm talking intergalactic Genocide in a moment of madness The sunset on the end of days Capital City
ill from Amityville Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't? God-damnit he will Mentally ill from Amityville That's why the city is filled
lot of chocolate cities all around We've got Newark, we've got Gary Somebody told me we got L.A. And we're workin' on Atlanta, but you're the capital,
't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Country boys, city boys Cadillacs
at City Hall into the rain And ran into my nigga named Dane, I mean Hakeem And we was buildin' on how we could organize the team For this capital gain
pipes get right Bang, stop, roll 'head throw the dice White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands America's number one dope man Racin' through the city