New York ain't been the same since I paralyzed the city. (Slow down son, you killin' 'em) courtesy of Diddy. Courtesy of niggas that's packin the mac millies.
Wait 'til midnight comes. Wearing fashion black. She's on a high heel kick. Singing don't look back. And all my broken stars. They can make it shine. And all the motown girls.
there's demonstrations. and demonstrations. listen to the weathermen. they're not saying anything. they're tripping flags for you. this crazy face for you.
9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction.