Yonkers

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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