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New York
(专辑: A.W.O.L - 2005)
[Intro: AZ (samples)] Yeah... "the city" This is serious, here "number one" New York! It's beyond the 5
boroughs "keep it real" "I get ill" "Number one" This will rock! "the city" "I gotta get in" [AZ] This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffing that blow Block covers know the
style, triple that dough Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sitting back slow What y'all know about coke pies, give 'em that low I
mouth them before the
bowtie resemble cash flow Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the
drop That freeze niggaz right where they stand for the
gwap Niggaz'll play Pac and pop with they man, it don't stop We up top, but we locked and landing He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and scram Gingerbread niggaz on the
run from feds Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a
gun to ya head Never a
vic', either think quick or end up dead Cuz when we flip, what's left to be said? New York New York, New York, New York [Chorus x2: samples (scratched by DJ Premier)] "New York, New York" "Number One" "New York, New York" "Keep it real" "I get ill" "New York, New York" "Number one" "New York, New York" "The city" "I gotta get in" [Raekwon] You know the
town stupid, this is all authentic ground You can get poked, grabbed and choked, then shot up, for product Bank holders stay in the
lab, too many dumb niggaz is scheming You can get murked up in the
cab Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rolling in Jags Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you Niggaz that carry ones and hit grass And love hip hop, the
shit that bring money outta ziplocs Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I
do to the
kid I
have you on the
floor with ya armor loose Break the
raw down and sign truces Then switch the
next muthafucking date, fuck all excuses When you see me it's real, I'm just a
natural born hustler The
castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke So every soldier that's armed, remind your general It's critical, you might stay a
night, if you pretendable [Chorus x2] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, we was raised in the
dead arm district Before guns was called biscuits, Stapleton was on that hood shit Live from the
New York borough, keeping it thorough Bunch of snakes in the
grass, stay creeping like squirrels Cuz a
snitch gon' crack that nut, don't give a
fuck Did ten hours long and try to wrap us up He dry snitching, post up in the
whip with a
fly wisdom Hopped out to get a
dutch, but he left with his wig splitten We from New York, my city never sleeps (No) We running with a
hundred heats When beef pop off, we ain't the
one to speak Dressed in all black, driving six feet hurses With sixteen niggaz, dropping sixteen verses Big faces, bolging outta big green purses Stuck ya man for his vegi's and his lame ass circus So I
dare niggaz act up, y'all niggaz act up Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up [Chorus x2]
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