New York New York Big City of Dreams but Everything in New York ain't always what it seems, you might get fooled if you come from outta town, and I'm above the law cause I'm from Tha Dogg Pound.
Sampled the beat biggie rapped over in a St. Ides commercial. That’s why their trailer got shot up in New York when they were filming the video for the song.
Kurupt Slayyyyeddddd this track harder than biggie did on the commercial. It’s truth. GO LISTEN to Kurupt’s 2 verses on this song, then go listen to more Kurupt and understand how lyrically underrated he is & was. 💯 “Tonight I served 2,000 MC’s” -Kurupt - NY, NY
My own way for this song is "Tempe Tempe big city of nightmares and everything in Tempe is just a broken dream you might get fooled if you come from out of town but I served too many demons too much and for too long now I serve my Savior and my Savior I serve alone" in temple it's the bullets you can't see but certainly feel inside that flies through the air
L.A L.A. Big City of dreams but everything in LA ain't always what it seems, You might get fooled if you come from outta town cos we coming from queens it gets down.
Listen, I stand on the Lord’s rock like Psalm number 18 While others throw rocks at me, He comes and saves me This psalm I rhyme is for those folks who are dubbed crazy and have problems just trying to be loved daily God’s provided a platform for you to stand on so you can rise and prosper through the bad storms And that’s strong - these other rogue brothers still act wrong Still putting you in corners with rednecks with their mad dogs When I read the report of your pain and how that officer got you restrained while the mother sat there crying out, “Why are you taking my lovely kid away? It made me want to jump through the screen and sock the cop in the face This ain’t a free world anymore, it’s been stained Autism rights have all gone up in flames They want to smack you up just because you want to fiddle their hair and send you to be locked up with the other criminals there Kings and queens want to leave an Aspie bleeding and meanwhile, the same people go through the alleys screaming It always happens every damn season When a “geek” comes in the mix, and all they get are bad beastings Mad beatings, kinda like those had by Jesus when He laid against the slab and received back peelings Why is it always YOUR dignity these slags are stealing? And if you try to stand up to them, they’ll smack your teeth in I read what it says in Ephesians that we’ll be strengthened by the power of the Spirit in our inner being So pals, there’s no reason to be shrieking ‘Cause the Lord has got our back even though some of us may not believe Him ESPECIALLY autistics like us who have permitted enough of being belittled like punks Once again, this goes out to the kids still sitting on the bus being busted up and being ripped off from their lunch The Devil rules the world with his pitchfork but Christ holds the keys to the pits and the city doors Your birth defect is a gift grant so use your condition to send the chicks off
It's the verbal, serve you some herbal, get lifted, drift in the distance off my turbo, with terminal insistence, to leave my mark on your interests, spark the sentence, leave a line of smoke like some incense, can you smell what I'm cooking, catch the hypnotic in scents, inhale, that's the holy grail in prints, I explode off my heavy load in inches, best believe, I plant the seed, here's the result of my infants, another style forms, another child born into existence, you wanna come up, better luck catching ducks in muddy trenches, I'm hot from the start, but got plenty more resting on the benches, call in for backup like a hard drive, when I'm off line, I substitute with absolute proof in my archives, see my stat sheet, I pack heat like flames on the tip of a match piece, one strike you're out like the last week, or the last geek, trying to nerd out, put big words out their mouth like some broke teeth, I herd out the packed sheep, and put the hurt out, see the punch, tropical, making you sweat out the philosophical, but no theses can top these, I run the game monopoly, see my cane knock out your brain like trash heaps, that just goes to show that you can't flow like dead fish in the back of the hatchery, no caviar star, no sushi bar, no delicacy, just some dead weight hanging off of the end of my chemistry...
I let my pockets talk Never get loud unless I’m smoking Travel state to state when using my hands we call that rolling Always focused fixing my goggles Like I’m bout to swim I stay low but I get lower Like I need a trim I gotta spin the block if they frontin Make ‘em turn around Drown em out while washing the prints so I hold it down So take a bow one to the dome ain’t no going home And with a touch I’m letting it ring this not a mobile phone Hearing that you frontin and plotting I’m in ear shot You’ll never see this round but you’ll feel it just like a tear drop
This bong got me se'n spiraclez 10 mic tha General Clear tha dor for tha ashy individual Half ah bar iz critical Full verse iz killin'em Rah Digg and Flip ya Mode Nigga yu AINT IMPERIAL Ran out studio wit da track.... Run'n miracle. ~tre
I kick so much butt, I got a degree in podiatry, now, time to read minds like a major in psychology, with a wide range of animosity, mad at the situation, suckers think they're hot, but not even a drip worth of my perspiration, I piss more logic than they got product cooking in their grills of inspiration, mad dogging, showing teeth, trying to bark right, but bite and coming off like nut stains on padded sheets, bouncing off the end of me, trying to catch my flame, but burn at the remark, but your left in the dark, it's all the same, maybe I shouldn't start, and just remain, silent, but I can't refrain, I stay in defiance, and contain too many words, I got plenty, many heard but never this well written to the curb, the enthusiasm, I get it popping like cherries off the orgasm, my tip, or word of advice, leaves honies spilling out their insides like gravy over rice, I want a taste, see I never waste, always recycle what's vital or easily replace, like a broken light bulb, with a light pulse, invigorate like light poles in the brisk of the night when it's slight cold, kind of chilly, I unzip the baggie and free willy, an orca like, whale of a tale with a subtle over bite, I may not be making sense, but I'm making cents, cuz I do rap for the love not the six figure oversight...
dawggvision Lmaooo DJ Pooh did it & then Piggie used it...Original rapper by the name Biggie Smalls was a white kid from LA , do ur homework...after that Piggie was forced to change name into The Notorious PIG
give a round of applause for me leave emcees with open jaws looked like ya got mauled by a pitbull fools i shed lambs wool i take off others plate aim my pistol at ya pate annihilate ya mental state vocabulary i bury no need to hurry scurry around scared and in fear when yosef is near the building automatic yielding like i chopper vibrating the ceiling mystic with my hits mystikal crazy flows so here i go modern day marvel wondrous so many try to bust shots at us but all they get is a reflection rejections cuz im bulletproof catch a spoof of my lyrical verbal narcotics makin nothing but profits i turn haters into prophets lets not forget that i got hot topics got ya with scopin' optics leave ya brainless wet and stain then i mop it competition blowing in the wind no pretend when i come i come to win I keep more heat than blacksmith so take a whiff of this carbon hydro so don't try to step to me im a professional emcee breakin down ya whole anatomy even got a university studying my psychology give a fuck about these lames or who they claim fuck yo gang ill keep ya linked like chains blood stains remains cuz anuerism couldnt handle my mental prism twisted so ya know i bend em hit em with a mental incision decisions made by the judge no need grudge the brother the color of fudge makin nothing but number ones and you can tell by how im servin em um one by one uh
Yosef Amaryahu new York big city of dreams, but Everything in new York ain't always what it seems, you might get fooled if you come from out of town, and I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound.
lolis lolis como el javi o el cris en los technics el uankenobi paz a inmobi -g que vas a hacer tu cuando lleguen chinatown? ni los micros por los wafles suenen pau pau
Matte black i8, murdered out Always move, with the shooters round Situations, I like to send them south For they life, i like to see them pout Deadman walking, thats why bitches wanna gimme mouth to mouth Bitch just gimme me top, all that lovin rubbin shit aint what i be about Never using rubbers, i be on point with the pullout Im in it for the cream, lame rappers in it for the clout Goodnight to my enemies, they be sleeping with the fishes like some trout No smoke, cuz they get straight knocked out Groupies on my tail, when i walkout Feds on my tail, i see them stakeout I can't hear these fakes, thats why they gotta shout Im so atomic, you gonn feel the fallout Leaving the industry shook up So i leave no doubt
