50 Cent - NY lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - NY lyrics]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari
Call me New York my alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for short call me NY
You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round
I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner
You get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel
Get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lean back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin
The smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll
Bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and
Scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool
'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD
When I black on 'em
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari
Call me New York my alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for short call me NY
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for short call me NY
I hate when you niggas do shit
Then make me ask why
If you the homie why you
Wanna go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga
Get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin' at the sky
Why you hurt your friends
More than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and
Stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you
Were splittin' up stacks
That shit you told the people
Got 'em under max now why
Would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead
Don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!
Call me New York my alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for short call me NY
You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round
I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner
You get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel
Get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lean back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin
The smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll
Bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and
Scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool
'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD
When I black on 'em
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari
Call me New York my alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for short call me NY
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for short call me NY
I hate when you niggas do shit
Then make me ask why
If you the homie why you
Wanna go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga
Get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin' at the sky
Why you hurt your friends
More than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and
Stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you
Were splittin' up stacks
That shit you told the people
Got 'em under max now why
Would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead
Don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!