![]() ![]() Now you see where these niggaz get their style from Get pulled over on your way bringin' that white backįox went deaf in one ear too, shortly after that she did a year or two ![]() Right back, everything could change, just like that Get yapped, pay a nigga bread, get ya shit back You could be at the gas station and get ya whip jacked Whole fanbase could start thinkin' that your shit's wack You could get your wig clapped, kidnapped, bitch-slappedĪ 2 to 4 could turn into a 6 flat, if thatĬ-4 to your moms front door, gift-wrapped Kuz Sean Bell'll never get to make it to his weddin'Īnd still originate from the streets of Southside I was in the Trump Towers lookin' for some shower gelīefore they even get a cap and a damn gown I remember how it felt when them Twin Towers fell I was just tryna bubble, get past slow-mo Now all the kids with a Nicki Minaj bookbagīitch I been hard since my car had a zig-zag Look back, fightin' for the spot but I took that I'm still waitin' for the Knicks to bring us a ring home (That's right) Narcs like bees, they dyin' to get they sting on You don't walk outside without the thing on Out the M double, a fleet of shells get dispatched Get ya kidnapped, wrist yapped, whip wrapped Pray for the day the appeal'll bring Max back Yeah it's foul, but that's rap, that's that I'm from the same hood where they killed Stack Bundles Now runtelldat, get knocked, where my bail at?įrom where them faggot ass cops did Sean Bell at (Queens) Wrong move be the face on a nigga t-shirt Middle of a drought, it's hard to find cheap work Get manned down the very second the bleep chirp You can get ya dreams hurt, seed murked, eat dirt I done did a bid, did a New York sentence Orange tops, blue tops, even sold green and yellowĬatch me on the block drinkin' New York Guiness Money Bagz, Chad, Lamar Odom owns my borough Yo, Fat Cat, Pappy Mason, 'Preme nigga, my borough I'm a chef with the cocaine cookies, make 'em look pretty Your jaw left on the sidewalk wit' a wet back I rep that, respect that, you can get sent back ![]() The left rack, rock a mad hat, they expect that So fix ya face when you speak of the Mecca, from Tribeca I spit 16 like Mikey bringin' the chopper out Yeah, what you never thought of was the Eastcoast dyin' Tears over rappers who died like Freaky Tye, Big L, and Stack Bundles Kuz envious nioggaz didn't get enough from extortion Waitin' in the bulb, and all of this over niggaz who been talkin'īut get the chain and the piece took from off ya neckįrom the coupe to the coffin, laying in the morgue Nigga you can get ya stash took, cuff, booked Where niggaz even look wrong, niggaz get hooked onĪnd I still think they killed John Gotti in the cellĭrop Hypnotize, then see how New York act Play like a New York Giant then you can get tackledīroke a little dime out and mixed it up with all the New York, shit's rockin' in the Big Apple died, then the homie Hov took it overĪkon signed the hottest nigga in the streets Or you could call the stick-up boys, try to get your chain back It ain't rap, niggaz better stay strapped Shame that Remy took 8 flat, you know the game wackĪnd every last rapper here tryna bring the name back Pray that New York Minute'll bring Mase back You can get your neck broke, face cracked, laid flatĪnd give everything that you made back, 8 clap (In a New York, New York, New York, New York) ![]()
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