Sadat X, Deda - Escape From New York lyrics
[Sadat X, Deda - Escape From New York lyrics]
Escape from New York escape from New York
Escape from New York escape from New York
Escape from New York escape from New York
Escape from New York
A 21 gun salute ain't nearly enough
For some ol' shit this rough
Dedi, baby pa, watch this picture
As we escape from New York we'll
See a whole lot of fiction
Drug dealers wanna be rappers
And rappers frontin' drugs
Big willy-ness and sillyness if ya
Still in that room
You be tyin' up the knot on
Ma deuce on the floor
Tell ya cinnamon on here
The great X has gone dolo
Shotgun partner Dedi, bring that thing PR
So we can swing PR, together us three we are
Tryin' to keep pace in the great rap race
New York's a crazy place
My girl just caught a case
If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring
Some proof and it's on
My hands now on, no higher than the warden
Came to lace up the wax with
Pete and Dedi brought it
From the furniture and shelf to
The rollin' cliffs of Dover
It ain't over 'til it's over
It ain't over 'til it's over
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
And I'm out
I'm reachin' for the bigger and the better
More advanced to the letter
Type excessive with the pressure
Escapin' like some brothers with triple life
AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan
For real though
I wanna get this dough on the strip yo
The next plateau, movin' up young fuck a ho
And take it slow cause that's
The only way to flow
I rock a show and it's back to the rest so
Stay out of my zone
Cause I'm stressin' effects
Seekin' stacks of those plaques
And the boomin' twenty sacks
Relax maybe when I'm lewd and mad booted
In my mansion dirty dancin'
Like Ace and Buchanan, jammin'
Totally the opposite of famine
Today's slammin' and you know I
Gots to have the cannon
For all those that talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk?
Escape from New York
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Ah hell the great X has turned to king
Let the caged birds sing
And let the gauge take the stage
Life's a hard hump for the average man
Especially cause my skin's much
Darker than tan
Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram
Now ya wanna front and act like
You don't know about the fam
But I know what cha' doin' to me
Ya can't win
Escape from New York don't bring
Your ass back again
So here we are, the X man, PR and the baby pa
On the premises, mission is to finish this
The bonafide buggin' mic
Muggin' steady buggin'
Breakin' backs with stacks and no fear
Solid like stone and the family's sly
Buy and sell, live well and make bail
The single pop, or Hip-Hop or mingle life
Just for the sport
Can't escape from New York
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Escape from New York escape from New York
Escape from New York escape from New York
Escape from New York
A 21 gun salute ain't nearly enough
For some ol' shit this rough
Dedi, baby pa, watch this picture
As we escape from New York we'll
See a whole lot of fiction
Drug dealers wanna be rappers
And rappers frontin' drugs
Big willy-ness and sillyness if ya
Still in that room
You be tyin' up the knot on
Ma deuce on the floor
Tell ya cinnamon on here
The great X has gone dolo
Shotgun partner Dedi, bring that thing PR
So we can swing PR, together us three we are
Tryin' to keep pace in the great rap race
New York's a crazy place
My girl just caught a case
If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring
Some proof and it's on
My hands now on, no higher than the warden
Came to lace up the wax with
Pete and Dedi brought it
From the furniture and shelf to
The rollin' cliffs of Dover
It ain't over 'til it's over
It ain't over 'til it's over
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
And I'm out
I'm reachin' for the bigger and the better
More advanced to the letter
Type excessive with the pressure
Escapin' like some brothers with triple life
AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan
For real though
I wanna get this dough on the strip yo
The next plateau, movin' up young fuck a ho
And take it slow cause that's
The only way to flow
I rock a show and it's back to the rest so
Stay out of my zone
Cause I'm stressin' effects
Seekin' stacks of those plaques
And the boomin' twenty sacks
Relax maybe when I'm lewd and mad booted
In my mansion dirty dancin'
Like Ace and Buchanan, jammin'
Totally the opposite of famine
Today's slammin' and you know I
Gots to have the cannon
For all those that talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk?
Escape from New York
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Ah hell the great X has turned to king
Let the caged birds sing
And let the gauge take the stage
Life's a hard hump for the average man
Especially cause my skin's much
Darker than tan
Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram
Now ya wanna front and act like
You don't know about the fam
But I know what cha' doin' to me
Ya can't win
Escape from New York don't bring
Your ass back again
So here we are, the X man, PR and the baby pa
On the premises, mission is to finish this
The bonafide buggin' mic
Muggin' steady buggin'
Breakin' backs with stacks and no fear
Solid like stone and the family's sly
Buy and sell, live well and make bail
The single pop, or Hip-Hop or mingle life
Just for the sport
Can't escape from New York
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money
Sex and rhymesayers