Tariq St-Patrick
They say this is a big rich town, i just come from the poorest part, bright light, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happened to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I never took a straight path nowhere Life's full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven That corner every 15 minutes it move a seven Pure snow, bag it then watch it go Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack Fuck it, man, in the meantime go ahead and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, that 62 on my count I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eye and tell her, "Baby, I love it" You're my inspiration, you're my motivation You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation...
About Tariq St-Patrick
They say this is a big rich town, i just come from the poorest part, bright light, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happened to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I never took a straight path nowhere Life's full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn I'm from that city full of yellow c...Read more