Busta Rhymes - New York S*** - Album Version (Edited w/o Shoutouts) lyrics
[Busta Rhymes - New York S*** - Album Version Edited w/o Shoutouts lyrics]
DJ Scratch, you sick for this one
Woo, come on, New York we back, Swizzy
If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit
I'm on my New York shit
Ridin' on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin' the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on
My New York flip
Rubber band stack money with
My New York click
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Tailor made clothin' with my New York stitch
My chick bangin'
Don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
You niggas know we deserve the props we get
Ridin' up in the range
I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
The way I flood I'm thorough
With my New York hit's
If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit
Woo, I'm on my New York shit
BIG on my New York shit
Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit
BVD's and du rags, nigga
Stand on the corners
God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack, hand on hand, niggas
On a hustle rebellin'
While the D's calculatin' who sellin'
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin'
And while we bubblin' our corner be brewin'
That's how we do when we in New York, niggas
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got a lot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel, catch a New York vick
ODB reppin' New York sick
Shit, you want the truth
Take a New York trip
If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Woo, come on, New York we back, Swizzy
If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit
I'm on my New York shit
Ridin' on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin' the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on
My New York flip
Rubber band stack money with
My New York click
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Tailor made clothin' with my New York stitch
My chick bangin'
Don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
You niggas know we deserve the props we get
Ridin' up in the range
I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
The way I flood I'm thorough
With my New York hit's
If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit
Woo, I'm on my New York shit
BIG on my New York shit
Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit
BVD's and du rags, nigga
Stand on the corners
God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack, hand on hand, niggas
On a hustle rebellin'
While the D's calculatin' who sellin'
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin'
And while we bubblin' our corner be brewin'
That's how we do when we in New York, niggas
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got a lot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel, catch a New York vick
ODB reppin' New York sick
Shit, you want the truth
Take a New York trip
If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it
Get it up