Nas - Talk Of New York lyrics

Yo

Yo the trains are New York Veins
The cities a cycle
People are the blood stream
Mean and ice cold laid back
Counter clockwise the dice roll
Yank hats gang flags
Plane crash ground Zero
No lost angels ain't you from my from my
Man's and them area? It's good to meet you
Ya man did 20 years for
Some FILA sneakers right true
Had the 560 benz light blue
Where ed shot himself in the stomach
Smoke the dust
He let the culture culture bust
Back when we took the D train uptown
Shante and her whole crew groovy hair style
Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts
Gold teeth smirks at mark 125th
Hope the heat work few numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in Queens
Know just what I"m talking)
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in Brooklyn
Know just what I'm talking)
New New York New York York York
(all to those that live in Harlem
Know just what I'm talking)
New New York New York York York
(all to those from South Bronx
Know just what I'm talking)

Skate Key empire USA
Rooftop 2 O'clock
Skates off break north to the rink
Minks springfield in Newark
The 6 borough Jerz car jack city
The GW bridge the Coop City
Popo's hot glocks in your Benzy box
Stash and we move fast
Dropped off Miss Pretty
Shakes her ass to the building
Knowing I just killed it
Dudes in front of her
Door blocks her entrance
Asking her "who she been with?"
She laughs "mind ya business" tinted windows
Pop dutches with box cutters
Drop brothers off at comstock
To see locked brothers
Hick town up in New York State jakes
Hate a black New York face
Jumping out the phantom with the Baps
Planet of the Apes
With the hammers on her waist
Gorillas in the tristate of

It don't matter if I been out of town
Cigar lounge doing rounds of tequila
Soon as I touch down in NYC streets
The heat is on the Talk
Who said what i catch up on
The New Teflon Don who got they death bond
Who still stable
Where beef got squash at the round table
Who still holding it
Who hanging with snitches
Couple of Zulu's from back in the
Days who still up in clinton
No more hand shakes fake arm swing
See if your flinching
Need to hold something thats mention
In every nigga sentence
When I get it you got it
D's went up in the project
Bail a couple of homies out no doubt
Ferrari's in the summer when it's the hummer
Or the turtle top band satellite
Spilling drinks
Hitting potholes with savage types
Club 17 marque the team flash
Next day hit the spas and the steam bath
Knock out this business do some promo
Make paper in the grind capital
Sign a graph then hit the hood
See the folks reminisce on how it was
In the most powerful city that
I love NEW YORK