New York

[intro: molly-q]

Put your hands against the wall, man

Pop pop the cork, for new york

"new york, new york, the same shit is going on" - nas sample

Cuz we walk the walk and talk the talk, nigga, out in new york

[molly-q]

The lead-off hitter, homerun tongue deliver

Take 50 mc's and test they trigger

I cock back the comrad, ready for combat

Backwards ball caps, ak's, the mac's

America's most, marijuana committee

Gritty with a fitty bow and arrow, new york city

Molly read hawks, smokin' out barnyards

The commodore, not your average stud, said he rhyming art

Undisputed novelist on looseleaf

But rub my two sleeves and take out two chief

Swing you with the iron fist pillage, villain

Killed by the million, but i fucked your sister

[crunch lo]

Deliver like the postman, slam like wwf, cruncha beneen from the west

S.i. new yick, blow low and stay lit

Pissy drunk talk and shit, and rubber grips

On the twins, there when the beef ends, when it begins

Straight flaming, need a hoe that ain't miss

My haven, got a haven, full of rhymes

And big dimes, stashed below for future times

Off the heezy, whyla beneeni dot com

Catch me on the lp in cd-rom

Time bomb, last word uttered, gat in your mouth

You went joe, and you stut-stut-stuttered

I'm a bad muthafucka from the projects, i'm heartless

Get me a track and a banner up to spark this

Blazer, tazer to your skill when i flow

O.t.f. rep, siller, the crunch lo

I love big gats, good green and smooth cogniac

Chickens in the club that don't know how to act

[shawn wigs]

It's them swindelers, stealing my words, beef by the herds

Butcher 'em, chop to their ox tail

Son, they too frail, we off the dale, in the six

Chicks be screaming like porno flicks

Beat bananas, all i see is clicks from the cameras

My niggas, doo rag braids and bandanas

I'm swiftly, rowdy as fuck, i ain't pissy

Drunk off of armarettas, shot of the whiskey

New york, new york, big city of dreams

Make a move if you think it's left and what it seems

"new york, new york, the same shit is going on" - nas sample

[lighter shade]

So whose that thug? ooh blong, blong, dong, dong-da-blong

I'mma throw some slugs.. ooh blong, blong, dong, dong-da-blong

I would of been too thugged out, for the movie black & white

Ask hass clock, harvest the crop

Control the block, for that stuff, that used to be

Stash the glock, in soda pop

Big up to mariner's harbor, big like barriner street

So go wear when i reap, i fair you the beast

From the habitat of into cadillacs

Where we do chins, for big backs

All my niggas, fuck that, yo, i'm built like that

Do dibs in the playground, where they piss and crap

Flow guards for eons, flex drop the bomb...

"new york, new york, the same shit is going on" - nas sample

The ghetto windchimes, witnessing the crime

N.y., otho to the rized

Come to your town, snatch your crown and bury your child

I'm lighter shade, tongue, the god is wild

[clocka]

Hear me? listen, yo, listen

Fuck a three twenty, more like a six double monthly

Crazy capital, watch your wrist, ain't nothing funny

Get scraped, slumped, thrown in the lake

Think shit ain't new, acting like a fool, you get yaped

Tell me how you feel, ante up, it's a wrap

Aiyo, it's time to get side from, what up, the kid ain't having it

Just show niggas how i do, 'nuff recipes

About the cabinet, reach and cook some beef stew

Despite all the rah-raw, dot be mad cool though

The only nigga get bitches like menudo

Only nigga hold cream like a jew, though

Like you don't want, get the shit on, the wolves bust

Toaster bust, make it hot...

Generate dough, spend big faces

A big plate, popularity, might get me shot

So what you got, hesitate and i'll eat the food off your plate

Belly full jackets for heavyweights

Knowledge-knowledge, the best power-u is in who

With the ooh, uh...

"new york, new york, the same shit is going on" - nas sample

[lounge lo]

Now who the fuck wanna know about me and the squad

I drive a caddy through your hood and park a truck in the yard

Asking about, where we at and when we coming

We on the road, and trying to get paid like mr. drummend

In the meantime, between time, i got a mean rhyme

Six guns, three girls, and two sons

Flock wars, fucking with some ecst' i'll have you lock jaws

And your cock feel like four-fours

Bandana cats, i know some dogs with banana wraps

Carlos santana track

It's othorized, so watch who you talk to

Out in new york, the same shit is what we walk through

Out in new york, the same shit is what we walk through

"new york, new york, the same shit is going on" - nas sample (2x)