Sheek Louch, Fat Joe, Havoc - New York Shit lyrics

Hahaha ah, man

I got a nine on my waistline
I ain't thinkin’ 'bout you bitch
Ass niggas no more
You could help a nigga out
He gon' still talk shit
And turn around and want more
I ain’t thinkin' 'bout you
(Get the fuck up out my face)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you
(When the last time we talked?)
I ain't thinkin' ’bout you
(Nah, I ain’t need your number)
I ain't thinkin’ 'bout you
(Monkeys out, nigga) no more
Fuck around and get hit up (Facts)
Mom prayin' like, "Please, baby, get up"
(Get up) niggas see your wounds
Turn around and spit up
I ain't playin’, Donnie came to fuck shot up


Shyeah this is that raw shit, New York
Winter time in front of the store, shit
Burnin' my weed with a stashbox real close
(What up, nigga?)
Ear to the street, my lyrics
You could feel a pulse (Feel a pulse)
Put your glass up, let's have a toast
(Salute)
Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss
And Ghost (L-O-X)
We stay away from them corny
Rappers that do the most
Gangstas, our careers ain't even close
(Shyeah)

Don't make me bust you, nigga
Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide
Like a fuckin' punk, shyeah
Top of the mornin'
Gun in her mouth while your
Bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young
Boy before he get life
Watch these left niggas 'cause
They ain't right

Word, that's the same shit that I was sayin'
Gotta watch these niggas how
These niggas be anglin'
Make 'em see stars so I start banglin'
Abduct these cowards out like
They got ganged in
I said fuck me, I feel the same then
Talk behind my back and when you see me
Wanna make friends
Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties
'Spect us when you see us
This Hip-Hop royalty (Hip-hop royalty)
The crown secure and I got a tip (Word)
With the clips filled
The wrong word'll get you killed
QB reppin', ain't a thing changed grown man
See y'all niggas out playin' kid games
Twenty-twenty comin'
Things realer than it ever been
People co-signin' shit y'all peddlin'?
Me and Sheek on a whole other wavelength
On point with it, let them fake nigga stay

Don't make me bust you, nigga
Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide
Like a fuckin' punk, shyeah
Top of the mornin'
Gun in her mouth while your
Bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young
Boy before he get life
Watch these left niggas 'cause
They ain't right

Yeah, still keep guns in the panel
Shot him through his flannel out the
Pocket of my Louis camo
Niggas say what's up but can't stand you
We call 'em New York undercovers
Them nigga's done been cancelled
You know me, a little Wraith, a hot bitch
Pharrell Chanel slides
I'm bumpin' that Pac shit
My daughter seen a squirrel
Said, "Look, dad, a chinchilla"
Up in the Bronx, born killers, we been realer
(Been realer)
I catch a body like that nigga shotty
Run up in your lobby with the mini shotty
Body everybody black turtleneck, black
Had to get me on the tax
Joe Crack's the black Gotti
I pop shit 'cause they can't stop me
Who, him? He can't rob me
Your bitch a damn thotti
You know these raps, they be physical
You could feel it though
I know they said it, but he live it though

Don't make me bust you, nigga
Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide
Like a fuckin' punk, shyeah
Top of the mornin'
Gun in her mouth while your
Bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young
Boy before he get life
Watch these left niggas 'cause
They ain't right