Texty:
Facing New York Full Turn

you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope

Park the children were playing Behind the bars the tiger walked Smiling young faces of many colours Many young tongues were being talked The garbage lying in the streets of the Village, Smiling face

there Snake style, no one could compete Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York

a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York

you can't, proper digest You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin Massengil thrills flow through New York

I hit New York and they loosened the chains I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer I got

was it man But I know y'all got more in store man [Enuff] Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from

decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full

Park hill Staten island, new york city Check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in maryland, check for a nigga If you in virginia, check for a nigga