li li live from new york is you watchin what s on my motherfucking neck nigga li li live from new york live from new york all white bolon the allie pulled on kept his fade low rocked suede in the snow blue tahoe a wizard on the keyboard eyes look bloodshot lord nevermind that climb the award in the system we just missed em came through banging nothing but wu the crowd blitzed em much love autograph carryin the champagne glasses crazy asses niggas on his neck like ski masks chill stephanie axe slash through a little fifty and crash i wanna drink knew she d pocket the cash buck summer night hype nigga iron man blowin the mic you motherfucking 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 isle that s staten isle love no doubt oh god he had a drink about a hundred some strange nigga think he had a range god got blunted pay attention this essent 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 him and his vikings ran through stopped played the back then they walked through live from new york where niggas hawk you gettin money and laced up live from new york gettin reefer to blaze up live from new york gettin niggas to dance and yellin throw both hands up won t pull your pants up live from new york madonna money in our pocket boating in a rocket bout to blast off we charged like a socket whips be cleaner than a fuck jewels basically struck straight up brolic style laying in the cut bottles strictly dom ring the alarm rollie on the arm arms crossed new sneakers on fly shit nikes the majority nyc state of mind and we talk with authority 5 boroughs is thorough still out of town playing mellow i thought i seen shallah suede yellow rippin it new six flippin it shorty is drip dippin in it when she sit throw dick in it came to conclusions what s the solution when you re losin respect mine now from the foul line streets is a part of us teaching the seeds through the heart of us some get locked that s a scar on us gettin money and laced up live from new york gettin reefer to blaze up live from new york gettin niggas to dance and yellin throw both hands up won t pull your pants up live from new york1