Ma$e - When New York Was New York lyrics

They got me back on the two train
Black hoodie, camouflage with my blue 'stang
Protect ya neck like it's Wu Tang
Gold-tech boot, different color boost rings
Y'all niggas couldn't miss it cause
You never had it when I was wearin' fur
You was wearing rabbit
Turquoise blue Tiffany, a nigga back at it
And my Teflon got my six pack padded
Got a 'matic in my attic
You want me to grab it?
Pussy just like I thought
Nigga you's a faggot
Niggas trippin on the set
This is Harlem at it's best pick it
Point it at your neck with an Audemar Piguet
Phantom though, nigga in the game
I'm an animal
Ouija board, rap nigga channeling my flows
Take a trip to Philly
Find the next Amber Rose


Put her on a flight tonight
Huggington or toes?
I'm confused, can't choose
Lamb' or the Rolls?
Nigga got me crenshawed talking sign language
If they don't talk that, talk nine language
45 fire language
They say misery like company
You don't need a Reebok deal to
Get a pump from me
I flash guns, even Puff had to pay me
St patrick's Day, nigga every bar crazy

(yeah x6) when New York was New York
It sound like this
When New York was New York
It sound like this
When New York was New York
It sound like this
When New York was New York
It sound like this nigga

Freaks know my face, fans know my scars
Groupie know my car, fans know my bars
I knew perdico with chico
I'm talking El DeBarge
44 toting, no emotion, I had no regards
Niggas know what happen in Manhattan
I get crossed jump off sides, no coin toss
I need no applause, you know what it cost
Wide-body eyed, you know the exhaust
When you're this fire
Nigga you could overcharge
Inappropriate to say I'm bossy
Nigga I'm a boss
Cheat coming but I know the angle
The card on a nigga probably black as Django
I'm no saint no, the roof
Get to missing nigga, i'm Criss Angel
You can't change no freak to a housewife
Even if it's a ticket and cash
You're tricking nigga, I'll buy outright
They say I'm minister or sinister
Just remember to tell 'em how
Bad I'll injure you
I owe nobody, all my friends are dead
And don't call collect cause I
Ain't talking with the feds
I beg your pardon, there's no need to beg
My ears is stuffed up
All I hear is the bread
Half a mill on a carry-on
Push your waves sideways like Farrakhan
I'm who niggas tattle on
Build empires like Babylon
Tell them niggas babble on
I'm who the farmer bet his cattle on
Four hundred thousand dollar skateboard
I'm wilder than the niggas
In the eighth ward
You want what Murder got? You
Gotta save for it so many hit's
They think the nigga take 'roids
(I'm juiced up)
Trippin' over turf, one chirp
Get your whole block merked
Niggas know what murder worth
I lose none, I win some
The llamas add commas to my income
And they ain't even gotta give me gun
I'm trying to get a B
I'm living on the run
In the interrogation room
I never gave 'em none
Remember where I'm from
Anything to get it done
I dress her like a nun
I send her through tears
Say brick 51, then shoot you when I'm done
From the Chi to Dubai
Groovin' guy really had a knot
And June Embro
She must have dressed me in the sky
I fly in Italia, it's no nostalgia
Your pay might be to dress like me
I'll style you my money in the floor
Gotta lift the towel up
Shoot up the prosecutor
They ready to get a trial up nigga
I'm just another pretty face, given stakes
Yellow Ferrari brakes on a 458
While naughty girls with no manners sit
On my lap like Santa
I'll have 'em drinking Ace like Fantas
I'm like a scale
I ain't never gave a gram up
I never gave my man up
I never put my hand up
I never hit the stand up
I never took an oath i never wrote a quote
I never signed a paragraph

To the cops, I'm uncooperative
Niggas don't know how I live