AZ, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - New York lyrics
AZ [Anthony Cruz]
[AZ, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - New York lyrics]
This is that, Rikers Island
Not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters
Sniffin' that blow
Block huggers know the style
Triple that dough
Forty cal for them cock suckers
Sit ‘em back slow
What y'all know about coke pies
Give 'em that low
I’m Malcolm before the bow tie
The simple cash flow
Rap NY, no lie, my side is Tabasco, so hot
Crooked cops are searching your asshole
It's the drop
That freeze niggas right where they
Stand for the gwap
Niggas'll play Pac and pop at they man
It don't stop
We up top, but we locked and landing
He roadblock, he flow shots
Get ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggas 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
"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"
"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"
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 niggas is scheming
You can get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggas that be jerking tags
Rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggas 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 muthafuckin' 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 presentable
"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"
"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"
Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
Before guns was called biscuit's
Stapleton was on that hood shit
Live from the New York borough
Keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass
Stay creepin' 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 runnin' with a hundred heats
When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
Dressed in all black, driving sixteen hearses
With sixteen niggas, dropping sixteen verses
Big faces, bolgin' outta big green purses
Stuck ya man for his vegi's
And his lame ass circus
So I dare niggas act up, let niggas act up
Now like cars in reverse
Y'all better back up
"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"
"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"
Not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters
Sniffin' that blow
Block huggers know the style
Triple that dough
Forty cal for them cock suckers
Sit ‘em back slow
What y'all know about coke pies
Give 'em that low
I’m Malcolm before the bow tie
The simple cash flow
Rap NY, no lie, my side is Tabasco, so hot
Crooked cops are searching your asshole
It's the drop
That freeze niggas right where they
Stand for the gwap
Niggas'll play Pac and pop at they man
It don't stop
We up top, but we locked and landing
He roadblock, he flow shots
Get ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggas 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
"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"
"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"
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 niggas is scheming
You can get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggas that be jerking tags
Rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggas 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 muthafuckin' 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 presentable
"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"
"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"
Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
Before guns was called biscuit's
Stapleton was on that hood shit
Live from the New York borough
Keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass
Stay creepin' 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 runnin' with a hundred heats
When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
Dressed in all black, driving sixteen hearses
With sixteen niggas, dropping sixteen verses
Big faces, bolgin' outta big green purses
Stuck ya man for his vegi's
And his lame ass circus
So I dare niggas act up, let niggas act up
Now like cars in reverse
Y'all better back up
"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"
"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"