Welcome To NY

(album: A Wise Guy And A Wise Guy - 2015)

We came to get busy
We ain't come to talk
Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk
This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York
For niggas getting killed or getting years from the court
We came to get busy
We ain't come to talk
Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk
This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York
For niggas getting killed or getting years from the court

Came to get busy, Styles done made him spin, now he dizzy
Face-Off, niggas gotta ask who is he?
I be in the Benz, high as fuck, playing Biggie
Pretty bitch, half a brick of yay by her titties
Egg full of dope and her pussy hole
Cops gotta kill me, can't book me though 'cause I ain't doing time
Got beef with them niggas, I bet you I get 'em lined up
Let it buck and I bet you it's in the spine, my gun
Deathrow records, I bet you I get 'em signed
Not a major deal but they may just steal [?]
I kill your man, ask you how it made you feel
Shoved the blade in you, yeah, the rage is real

Look at me now, doing what the fuck I'm supposed to do
Me shining, they sucka niggas emotional
I'm already wavy, just think what the pressure do
Tried to make a quick meal, call it a Lunchable
Hating in my comments is something a punk'll do
Them emojis and punctuals'll gon' leave you discoverable
I'm out here chilling on them back blocks killing where they crack rock dealing, shit, the trap my building
Lames getting money, start shitting on niggas
Not me, If I'm on, I got positions for niggas
As soon as I got the plug, I shock the shit outta niggas
Kept shit bottled in then blew the lid off them niggas

We came to get busy
We ain't come to talk
Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk
This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York
For niggas getting killed or getting years from the court
We came to get busy
We ain't come to talk
Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk
This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York
For niggas getting killed or getting years from the court

Hey yo, Snyp gotta bounce like he running from one-time
Bars, gyms, start sharp, cut through your frontline
Hustled my whole life, went to jail for a gun crime
On the grind, robbed twenty niggas with one nine
Smoking like a chimney while I'm listening to Biggie
We living off experience, my niggas run the city
If we ain't come to talk, shit, we came get busy
And get the guts, meaning run through it 'til it's empty
That's D-Block style, two hammers and a hawk
No pork, but I eat these rap niggas with a fork
Before I say my Grace, shit, I'm blowing out your face
Then I'm running in your safe, we the hardest in the state

Started with the work but I had to go cop the baggies
Bricks are in Texas they working out like the Aggies
Gave 'em a slice on First Av' like patsies
Uncle in the kitchen, cooking up, knocking Patti LaBelle
I could sell if a nigga gotta get it
These in the store, I threw the dubs in my fitted
Explicit, my shit is rated R
Couple shots at your chest, I'm not tryna break your heart
I shake the narcs
A quiet spot, paint a picture for 'em like Basquiat
Feel like Biggie sipping on private stock, [?]

We came to get busy
We ain't come to talk
Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk
This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York
For niggas getting killed or getting years from the court
We came to get busy
We ain't come to talk
Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk
This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York
For niggas getting killed or getting years from the court

Yeah!