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Down For The Count Something New

is just a memory. I think your spunk is running low. Oh it won't be long now, it won't be long. It's time for something new, something from the heart

here's a new twist I ain't here for your gold, bro, all I want is the show This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I lay low for

you're still alive We stand for the neighborhood He still lives with his mami but he sneaks down A coolie in the shadow of the playground You want to fight for

'em So Harlem 'till I go F**k a stylist, I be stylin' Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin' He sreamin' till it's easy, love me or leave me For New York Free Remy and for

this a new day New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay New trips, new clips, new whips, new K A million for my great grand children to my new day You

'm breathing it Close ones, they miss me, they're really not feeling it I ain't seen my girl for days, I ain't seen my bed for days Something keeps me

foot on the brake one on the throttle Fallin' asleep with writers block in the parking lot of Mc Donalds But instead of feeling sorry for yourself do something

Come on down, come on down, come on down Come on down, come on down, come on down Come on down, come on down, come on down ...

' You gotta say no, 'cause there ain't no denying And if you say yes you're lying People are always wondering what's up with the Underground Are they down? Or is just another new