Lyrics:
[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..
[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't
Yeah it's the talk of New York (yeah, yeah, yeah nigga!)
Mixed with that N.W.A. shit (what up? real talk of New York nigga)
I mean that G-Unit shit
to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music,
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
I'm the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater
my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York's corn flakes in
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
we Certified Gangstaz
Yeah, yeah, what you seen here
Is Certified Gangstaz on this shit
Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible] status
Dipset, New York's
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here
[Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta
or the Regal
The Range Rover, the Beatle (uh)
I'm in New York now but I
Represent the SWATS of A Town
When I touch down amid grounds (uh)
Me and L-Dub and Redman
killed out here
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard n****, I'm still out here
A yo I ride up,
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding,
animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, island shit
Running
Musician, Brazilian whipping the civic
Mos definitely part of my inspiration
Nas put the New York state of my mind towards my creation
I can't help the poor
on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance
[Rampage]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-O riding round in same orbits
Notorious from New York
shaking
All these hoes around me
She was lost in the land of love
Glad that Nate Dogg found me
Girl you got a phatty
New York back to Cali
You know
on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance
[Rampage]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-O ridin round in same orbits
Notorious from New York
rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow
Ask Detroit, they'll let them
same orbits
Notorious from New York to New Orleans
House come with the lake swimmin' with dolphins
Fifty G's with large proportions
Caught a few niggaz
Dogg found me
Girl, you got a phatty
New York back to Cali
You know who got the bomb weed
Long Beach to Brick City
I know just want you want, I
I don't stop rappin'
Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow?
Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap?
South side
son, bling
Sooner or later it's war
How many good niggas die? That's
The meaning of New York
A powerful armour, ration it
All this is tailor made stuff
You stressed out smoking Newports and Marlboros
You ain't from New York Brooklyn's my borough
As a toddler they took your Tonka truck they made you run
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