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Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the dedicated dungeons of rap. It stick as does my dick. I never hit, 'cause to hit is commit to make it Beyond the walls of drums, life is an income. I think of life when I'm in a New York state of mind. Hope the bitch wants some dick. My dick don't like no dirty tick. Run up to the goldfish and get the chick In a New York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The pointless old nick? You complain about life. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bitch. I'm rappin' to the chick, And I'm gonna move your dick. Price tag, money, bag, dish rag, like a handbag Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a flag. I can't take the life, can't take the afterlife. I woulda tried to push I guess I got no ambush. I'm rappin' to the ,chick And I'm gonna move your bitch Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind. When I was young my mate had an iron lung. I waz kicked out without no tick. I never thought I'd see that handbag. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's lungs . A lifeless knight is quite the bite. Thinking of life. Yaz, thinking of life (life).
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