Yonkers

[Verse] Booked him, but couldn't hold him Took him in, but couldn't approach him Cook him, look in I don't give a fuck where you put him On your list, I am that kid Whether Manhattan, Brooklyn, Staten, or the Bronx Queens or Yonks-er-er that's where I Spent my weekends, it was Tommy and Joey Them, honestly, owe me Fuckers there they probably ain't know me We was on the BMX bumping DMX Before smoker's sesh, two bikes, I rode the pegs Italiano, Cubano, that Mexicano Pocket rockets drove into a tree, left it hollow Well, yeah, I'm dumb as fuck, but I rubbed thе stump at the damn Apollo Smoked blunts with Tom Montalblano For those that don't know, for thosе that don't God damn, I'm on my own shit, you know this Knew this, I am a Buddhist, don't quote this Like pussy get thrown off the boat, bitch If you do me like Judas or Brutus Used to be on some bro shit, you're bogus You proved it, you showed it, your motives