A crazy street track I went in on ya dig.
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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
East Coast I ride New York is the home
I'm back in the booth I stand alone
You know Shizzy's the name and money's the game
I target and aim at the top and the fame
The Kid is on fire I'm heated up
Any beat that I get I'ma beat it up
They ain't believe I could do it They ain't see it in me
But I'm bringin these hits repeatedly
I'm on my grind ya boy's a beast
24 hours a day 7 days a week
My ears to the streets so I hear it all
And I hear the people I hear their calls
I know what they want I got what they need
I supply the streets like supplying the fiends
So you know it's raw and you know it's hard
And you know it's the best they like oh God
(Verse 2)
G4's the Jet Magic City's The bet
Body Tap the club V.I.P. No less
Bentley in hand autographs for fans
I never never land tour bus be Peter Pan
I get laid like a rug I'm gettin all my grub
Beanie Sigel and Kells I'm doing All The Above
You try stop that knockin ya head off
And ye ain't T.I. So ye ain't gettin ya top back
Rick Ross I'ma boss 50 I get money
I showed you what I got Jay now I'm up and coming
I'm doing my thang haters see the stacks
Hi Haters By Harters Pardon my back
I got my swag back like I never lost it
Ya'll tryin to force it I'm cold like Austin
Shizzy the name money's the game
Guess it's safe to say I'm back man
