| Tryin' to make a dollar
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| (Rock, rock, rock, rock)
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| Make a dollar, make a dollar, make a dollar
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| Tryin' to, Tryin', Tryin' to make a dollar out a dime
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| (Rock, rock, rock, rock)
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| (Don't ever ever think of jerkin' me)
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| Uh, ey, it’s Greg eh eh N-I-C-E, I’m in the place to be uh
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| With my brother Kweli, uh Check it out, uh Brooklyn in the house, uh Money making Manhattan in the house
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| Staten Island in the house, uh The Q borough Queens in the house, uh Boogey down
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| I’m a New York kid (eh)
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| With New York means
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| And New York dreams (all day all night)
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| That live in me My destination is destiny
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| Soon you will see (I be)
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| Me shining (I be)
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| Shining (you know I be)
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| Shining (all day)
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| Shining (you know I be)
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| Shining (yeah we be)
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| Shining (yeah we be)
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| Shining
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| Shining (uh)
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| Yo I’m a native New Yorker, straight shit talker
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| Holding down the fort like Hezekiah Walker
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| Can’t get rid of her, thinks she a stalker
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| Put the trees down, here comes the cheeba hawker
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| Y’all know the deal, with style so ill
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| Rip shit down, I don’t care who on the.(-scratch-)
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| Y’all know the deal, with styles so ill
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| Rip shit down, I (down, down)
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| Y’all know the deal, with styles so ill
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| Rip shit down, I don’t care who on the bill
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| 20 years later getting Mass appeal
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| (Z-Trip) Slicing on the wheels of steel
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| Bang this beat like a flagrant foul
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| Don’t make me mad, I get ill like ow I go 7:30 on ya, get buck wild
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| Stay amped up with my OG style
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| Pass me the Vodka, yo pass me the juice
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| I used to watch Kung Fu flicks on the deuce
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| Me, cousin Meatball and my cousin Bruce
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| Get up, get down, oh get funky, get loose
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| If my city is my lady, my music is my baby
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| Lately this chick is crazy, I’m ready to catch a Katie (killer)
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| Living on top of graves and the bones of African slaves
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| Only time it’s like I’m not in a cage is on stage
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| I’m from the birthplace of Pac and Big
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| Stop and frisk while we call the cops pigs
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| The way the gods lives it’s like they teaching there’s never no substitute
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| When I’m heading to Brighton beach, get in touch with the Russian Jews
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| Egyptians and the Haitians, I kick it with black Arawaks
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| Hittin' the Bob Dylan, I’m swiggin' the Jack Kerouac
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| The fact is, they don’t make them like they used to Plus I miss the old 40 deuce too
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| We used to do them hood rat things, like smoking with the cigarettes
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| The thrill is gone now; |
| Mickey Mouse is the biggest threat
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| Hell’s kitchen, more like Hell’s Kitchenette
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| Road tripping, where I’m going I ain’t figured yet
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| I’m the New York king, yeah I shine like the North Star (New York)
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| Getting mad high in the 5 star (-sound of marijuana being smoked-)
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| Or a 4 star, hotel for the meditation (word)
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| In the hood with this gentrification (legend)
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| What’s the detonation, or the destination? |
| (huh?)
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| Let me know what the agenda is (let me know)
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| And where the 2/5th vendors is (where'd they go?)
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| Write rhymes in my head, no penmanship (yea)
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| Yeah I smoke for the senses (haha)
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| Think of my niggas doing they sentences (salute)
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| See the cops I got the New York 6th sense (-sound of spray paint-)
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| Did a couple years but, I ain’t do shit since (uh uh)
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| Jail is slavery part 2 (part two)
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| Yeah I’m brave and I got a lot of heart too (I got heart)
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| And I’m real fucking smart too (a wise guy)
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| New York shine king, you should play your part too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ny Shining , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Attack the Block, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп