The Game - New York, New York lyrics
[The Game - New York, New York lyrics]
Turn the beat up, yeah
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas
Takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know
What it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin'
It twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head
It's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood
Put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they
Ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church
Up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til
His body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like Steph
Shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a Golden State warrior
Strapped with a K
How's it land of the free
When we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense
Like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense
Like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city
It's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like
Back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records
We packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed
In like Cassius Clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too
Many blacks today
I wake up in the morning
Like: "who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? who
Gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York
Good morning L.A. My nigga Hayes blew
Him and his wife away
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley
Who was murdered from a single gunshot
Wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes
In Los Angeles, California; December 18th
2014. I knew Hayes since we were both signed
To Aftermath back in 2005. And if I can
Keep it 8 more than 92 with you
He
Was a good nigga, I never saw that coming
My prayers are with
Stephanie's entire family
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas
Takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know
What it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin'
It twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head
It's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood
Put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they
Ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church
Up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til
His body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like Steph
Shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a Golden State warrior
Strapped with a K
How's it land of the free
When we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense
Like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense
Like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city
It's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like
Back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records
We packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed
In like Cassius Clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too
Many blacks today
I wake up in the morning
Like: "who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? who
Gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York
Good morning L.A. My nigga Hayes blew
Him and his wife away
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley
Who was murdered from a single gunshot
Wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes
In Los Angeles, California; December 18th
2014. I knew Hayes since we were both signed
To Aftermath back in 2005. And if I can
Keep it 8 more than 92 with you
He
Was a good nigga, I never saw that coming
My prayers are with
Stephanie's entire family
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss