[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 Amaretto's, 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
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