(feat. Eyeslow , Poppa Don) [Intro: Poppa Don] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh [Chorus: Poppa Don] Even if the world got it for me You're the one thing, I still love, yeah As long as you loving me together We gonna make this money right Nigga, listen to your heart [Eyes Low] Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin' up in the hood So I gotta, strap it up in the hood When I'm sellin', with the crew Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling Number 2, dealing is a team sport But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga's dreams short And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up Cuz even Pop told me the'll be better days Queens, where the weapons blaze Pores pour, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised Still I need a place to get away From all this drama and commotion, I'm sucked with all this ganja And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus] [Poppa Don] Sometimes we'll listen to others And I can be wrong... Put a little love in bit of candy We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain But as long as it be all easy And there's nothing we can do Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked I knew it was forever, oh oh oh [Eyes Low] Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy? Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high Lost chicks, once stood by my side She a down individual, around, when it's critical And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin' Friends get upset, I don't hang no more Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more Fuck it, I know one day I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Poppa Don] All my niggas, oh.. If I died tonight, don't cry If I died tonight, just get high For me... yeah It's that real shit man I'ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars Wake up a few A&R's, go hard As long as you loving me together I'ma lock the game
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Eyeslow , Poppa Don) [Intro: Poppa Don] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh [Chorus: Poppa Don] Even if the world got it for me You're the one thing, I still love, yeah As long as you loving me together We gonna make this money right Nigga, listen to your heart [Eyes Low] Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin' up in the hood So I gotta, strap it up in the hood When I'm sellin', with the crew Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling Number 2, dealing is a team sport But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga's dreams short And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up Cuz even Pop told me the'll be better days Queens, where the weapons blaze Pores pour, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised Still I need a place to get away From all this drama and commotion, I'm sucked with all this ganja And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus] [Poppa Don] Sometimes we'll listen to others And I can be wrong... Put a little love in bit of candy We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain But as long as it be all easy And there's nothing we can do Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked I knew it was forever, oh oh oh [Eyes Low] Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy? Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high Lost chicks, once stood by my side She a down individual, around, when it's critical And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin' Friends get upset, I don't hang no more Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more Fuck it, I know one day I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Poppa Don] All my niggas, oh.. If I died tonight, don't cry If I died tonight, just get high For me... yeah It's that real shit man I'ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars Wake up a few A&R's, go hard As long as you loving me together I'ma lock the game
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