A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Jadakiss, Rowdy Rebel - New York lyrics

New York, the real New York
I'm outside, I don't live in Miami
I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block and see me, my nigga
All of y'all, you know I be down there
This is kiss, I'm out
Icy bust down on a wrist
I had to put it on my bucket list
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York
Fuck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots
She's just like my opps
They always end up tryna spin blocks

Icy bust down on a wrist
I had to put it on my bucket list
(I had to put it on)
Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips


My nigga, I'm from New York
Fuck what you thought
(I'm always)
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, prеtenders
My ex throwin' shots
Shе's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Bitch, I'm from New York
Fuck what you thought
I'm quick to tell a bitch to suck a dick
Like fuck what you thought, bitch
I'm too sauce
She won't catch me cuddlin' in my Cullinan
Especially when I'm outside bubblin'
Yeah, shorty sexy, but
I really want her friend
Knowin' if I hit it once
I'm probably gon' hit again
No cap, look
AP, straight runner, no tap
In this two-seater with the heat
Up to the max
Bumpin' old school slick Drake
With the patch
Thinkin' 'bout where I came from
I can never go back
'Cause they don't really make
'em like this anymore
Be on fifty for your dog, if it's litty
Go to war
You get jammed on that mission
Don't go tellin' what you saw
She can tell I'm from New York
Just the way a nigga talk

Icy bust down on a wrist (Huh?)
I had to put on my bucket list
(I had to put on)
Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York
Fuck what you thought
(I'm always)
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots
She's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

Hard-headed jacket, my belt Hermès
You want me to throw this cash
Better shake that ass
I'm a New York nigga, only bigger
Okay, I'm a Lil Mane, yeah
Fuck how you feel
I can go back to the hood
Yeah 'cause I'm good there
Niggas say the realest shit
But be the fakest
Yeah
Only if you understood, my nigga
Just know I love you even
Though I never say it
Yeah
Brodie always got my back, with the big MAC
Yeah
We ain't blood, it just
Look like we related
Yeah
In my bag, watch your mouth
'fore we watch your house
Bitch
(When it's murder on your mind
It's hard to think about shit)
Still shakin' up the dice like
I'm on my last round
Wanna talk about the past when
We get him back
Yeah
Get the money, write the Mike Amiri on my ass
Drive the Bentley, ride the pension
But the first and last
Yeah

Icy bust down on a wrist (Icy, bust down)
I had to put on my bucket list
(I had to put on, yeah)
Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
(A hundred, nigga)
My nigga, I'm from New York
Fuck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
(I'm always, fly)
They re-change us, pretenders
(You know we fly, nigga)
My ex throwin' shots
She's just like my opps
(Fuck everyone)
Always end up tryna spin blocks (Hahaha)

Yeah, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
(Brrt)
I'm from New York, fuck what you thought
Life is too short, I don't do shorts
(Uh, uh)
I done sold everything, crack to new ports
(Woo)
'Bout that action, 'bout that goon talk
(Yeah)
Drop the coke in the pot, watch it moonwalk
(Ayy)
Wait for his heart to stop, don't zoom off
(Uh, uh)
Grown man watch hoppin' out of the two door
(Yes)
I'm from the apple where you
Learned how to grapple
It's fucked up
'Cause now, they clap you (Yeah)
Put you around is what you will adapt to
(Uh, huh)
We in the building, plus, we on the map too
(Yes)
We put it in baggies, now
They put it in capsules
(Woo)
The Mecca of Hip Hop, this is the chapel
(Yeah)
You ain't fuckin' with it, you is a hater
Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and Jada (Yeah)

Icy bust down on a wrist (What?)
I had to put on my bucket list
(I had to put on my bucket list)
Huh, I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
My nigga, I'm from New York
Fuck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
(I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots
She's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks