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Young Buck New York City

love with new york city) (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord) (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord) (I'm so in love with new york city

love with new york city) (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord) (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord) (I'm so in love with new york city

new york city) Never met Big L or Big Pun We only got big dreams where a nigga come from Even with the beef shit still look what I done (I'm so in love with new york city

there "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck

got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City

Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next Yeah, Young Buck nigga, Cashville, Tennessee nigga From your hood to my hood muthafucka New York city

they have to time to communicate which means they unite as a top gun/ no ridin the emergency van/ 'cause i can take trips come back to New York City curved

New York to cut my first LP Ridin' down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at 25th Just a little too swift, Jo Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Here's four bucks

of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down In the city, a young buck