New York City Niggas Lyrics

New York City Niggas lyrics

see I bee your true choice...Mind mine  as overtime  I got  

 the bite when I write   I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm  

 outasight   take flight   or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then  

 proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin  

 rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin  

 money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew  

 moving  

 just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor  

 when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and  

 soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When  

 rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock  

 dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley  

 Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we  

 got the  

 tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries  

 lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but  

 the  

 fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City  

 niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and  

 dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so  

 me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few  

 get  

 roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the  

 host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -  

 they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our  

 team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A.  

 ....They  

 supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we  

 play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to  

 bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As  

 money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin  

 while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or  

 corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink  

 your  

 battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for  

 the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids  

 that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they  

 do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn  

 around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be  

 tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave  

 their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for  

 what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the  

 earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't  

 deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we  

 don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the  

 nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I  

 love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still  

 you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away  

 from  

 Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in  

 Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas  

 like  

 they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke  

 holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of  

 untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme  

 rocker..I gets  

 up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin  

 like a  

 sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with  

 the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many  

 a  

 thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning  

 babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the  

 seldom  

 walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New  

 York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's  

 living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2  

  

 Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is  

 quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal  

 bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your  

 hero...but  

 yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to  

 shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn  

 your lights out HOOK