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RZA/Bobby Digital N.Y.C. Everything Here are the song lyrics for N.Y.C. Everything by RZA/Bobby Digital. For more excellent RZA/Bobby Digital lyrics, run a search! Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com [RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different song Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up You must be stupid you liar I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery, shots aimed at your heart then Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+ Project Killa Hill be the buckest Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear Wet from here to infinity for them white hair Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of his love before you perish Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere Take your pussy out like a pap smear Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider? (Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi) Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting [Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again Most definate, let this be my last willing testament For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me The lectorous, Jonathan, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathan The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombay Your bitch look like Strange', look at me the wrong way Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber Cuz I'm not an easy lover To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive, only the strong gon' survive From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
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