Welcome To NY
(专辑: 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!