JAY-Z - NYMP lyrics
[JAY-Z - NYMP lyrics]
Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh
This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggas
Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you
Tryin' to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you
Tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple
Nighttime shots crackle
(Bucka bucka bucka) fiends tryin'
To gaffle you not only coke heads but the
Feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers
You got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit
That ain't cool
I caught smaller cases tryin' to get capital
Up against the wall, tryin' to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from
The tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight
And it goes like
Uhh, NYMP, the realest niggas
NYMP, the realest niggas
Uhh, uh huh uh-UHH, NYMP the realest
Marcy brooklyn
Yo, I come through, gettin' money
Sittin' on twenties
Niggas throwin' me shade
But ain't shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggas
Could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your livin' room
KA-BOOM! I'm so confrontational
They shoulda never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, except that
No correctional facilities can correct that
I took a step back, I viewed myself
Seen where my head was at
It's where that dough is homie
Gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
Uhh, street smart niggas got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right
And on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long fuckin' time
Get your mind right niggas
NYMP, the realest
Uh huh uh-UHH, NYMP, the realest niggas
Uhh uh huh, uh-UHH, NYMP the realest niggas
Marcy feel me
I looked death in the face years back
I held tears back
I gathered myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack
The weak don't live
You gotta bounce back homie
The streets don't give
I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him
It's all political now
I think big when I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures
The four gonna get'cha
Between life and death, they killed my spirit
So what little life I got left
Y'all can expect me to ball
I empowered myself
Teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped
Out of high school, skipped college
Who woulda thought I'd make it
"Big" like Ms wallace?
Uhh, yeah, NYMP, the realest niggas
Brooklyn, what? Uhh, NYMP, the realest niggas
Uhh, uh huh uh-UHH, NYMP the realest niggas
Marcy new York, Brooklyn, NYMP the realest
Feel me
Educated, thug mu-sic niggas
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta
This is project
Real shit, NYMP the realest niggas
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin' grounds
Fuck with me
This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggas
Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you
Tryin' to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you
Tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple
Nighttime shots crackle
(Bucka bucka bucka) fiends tryin'
To gaffle you not only coke heads but the
Feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers
You got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit
That ain't cool
I caught smaller cases tryin' to get capital
Up against the wall, tryin' to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from
The tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight
And it goes like
Uhh, NYMP, the realest niggas
NYMP, the realest niggas
Uhh, uh huh uh-UHH, NYMP the realest
Marcy brooklyn
Yo, I come through, gettin' money
Sittin' on twenties
Niggas throwin' me shade
But ain't shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggas
Could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your livin' room
KA-BOOM! I'm so confrontational
They shoulda never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, except that
No correctional facilities can correct that
I took a step back, I viewed myself
Seen where my head was at
It's where that dough is homie
Gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
Uhh, street smart niggas got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right
And on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long fuckin' time
Get your mind right niggas
NYMP, the realest
Uh huh uh-UHH, NYMP, the realest niggas
Uhh uh huh, uh-UHH, NYMP the realest niggas
Marcy feel me
I looked death in the face years back
I held tears back
I gathered myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack
The weak don't live
You gotta bounce back homie
The streets don't give
I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him
It's all political now
I think big when I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures
The four gonna get'cha
Between life and death, they killed my spirit
So what little life I got left
Y'all can expect me to ball
I empowered myself
Teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped
Out of high school, skipped college
Who woulda thought I'd make it
"Big" like Ms wallace?
Uhh, yeah, NYMP, the realest niggas
Brooklyn, what? Uhh, NYMP, the realest niggas
Uhh, uh huh uh-UHH, NYMP the realest niggas
Marcy new York, Brooklyn, NYMP the realest
Feel me
Educated, thug mu-sic niggas
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta
This is project
Real shit, NYMP the realest niggas
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin' grounds
Fuck with me