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