Joe Budden, Royce da 5'9" - New York, Jersey, Philly lyrics

New York, Jersey, Philly, New York
Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, philly
You know I keep it filthy out in
New York, Jersey, Philly, New York
Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, philly
Check it

Rockin spikes and a beater, beside me a diva
I'm hearin all the talk of how
You ride with a heater
Make sure I don't survive but when I see ya
Ya sleep with a broke heart like you
Went and took advice from Alicia
Tell me if you really wanna take it there
Best in the world if you
Ain't been made aware
Latest gear, loved? No, hated yeah
You and your scared style'll
Get aired out, Stars, stop and stare now
Change the trucks grill yeah the
Car got veneers now


Lot of rappers spitting shit
I don't wanna hear now
They talking Gucci but they
Shopping at Sears now
If you weren't prepared now? You
Ain't get the warnin yet
So I'm a go hard early call it morning sex
New York, Jersey, Philly, New York
Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, philly
Tinted up, rims silly
If a nigga try and kill me chalk
It up as the brother wildin
With mind playing tricks on you
Get off Shutter Island
Showin you somethin you never would see
I'm gettin checks every week
You tryin to meet your executive needs
I'm in executive suites consecutively
Somebody had to body ya
Guess the job was left to me
So when I kill the track they
Can't charge me with double jeopardy
They asked you if I'm a boss
And you say no sir how you don't concur my
Gopher got a chauffeur
Standing on the couch in the
Club with a nympho
Repping Slaughterhouse see the blood
On the window i'm trying to get wealthy
Being broke isn't healthy
So I ain't tryin to buy whatever
Shit they try to sell me
Got a broad up in the telly I
Could trust her what you tell me
Still bringin Lunatics with me yeah I
Learned that trick from Nelly
Cause I know it can get urgent
When they see you just splurgin strip club
In the private room tryin to fix the curtains
Wanna cause a big excursion run
Up on the kid squirtin
Make sure the Mac ain't broke and
You ain't buy the Knicks version out in

New York, Jersey, Philly, New York
Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, philly
You know I keep it filthy out in
New York, Jersey, Philly, New York
Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, philly
Niggas gotta feel me

Owwwwwwwwwwwww!
Slaughterhouse gang! My brotha
From another mother! Let's go to the D!
Nickel! OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Blood on the speakers, puke in the booth
Hard hats bazookas, poop on my boots
You all laughin 'til you get
Hit shootin from my gun
I am in Doublemint, condition like chewin gum
Bum, you older than fuck a hop
Skip and a jump from layin down holdin a cup
And there's nothin more impressive than being
In one of my sessions
My views excitin like a dude
Viewin a warmin undressin
And y'all must have lost y'all sense
Aston Mart dark dark tint
The weed stankin like the moth ball scent
Y'all bunch of pop lame ass niggas
Lyricless Wacka Flocka Flame ass niggas
I am it, there is none before me
Hush your nigga mouth quick
Like Benzino, after me and Joe we did 40 40
And you can tell that bitch
Nigga I will kill him
You have no idea of what, y'all are dealin
I'm a walkin solid hundred dollar bill
And I am so fuckin fly
Had to buy my fuckin house without a ceilin
I am a apocalyptic pop a nigga trigger
You might wanna stop it if you
Was the opposite of killer, a gorilla
I'm like five percent killer
Five percent Eminem
The other ninety percent, cap pealer
I'm that iller, my speech is dead
Yucky like you lookin at Mo'Nique legs
Sick man! I go harder than you can withstand
I'm on lean like Bacardi on a kick stand
I'm at the party in your bitch pants
I'll Kadeem Hardison six man you bitch fam!
The A-R is the choice of weapon
I am the voice of B-S
And yes I'm Detroit reppin
My whole ice, look like meow yen her thighs
Look like she's been practicin moy tai