Lyrics:
niggas talk
Plus you know how shit flow in New York
Walls have ears, buildings heard
Supposed to be shh but spill the word
[Chorus]
Everywhere that
run somethin' by you
Used to hit my line and I'd be incentivized
When we talk I feel like I'm on thin ice
Don't understand how what we had just died
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
You take
you ain't seen me in your crystal ball
And I'm uphauled by things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
Now you're done
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
doing what I can man and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing they use your name in
other
We couldn’t even talk it was really over
Now we gotta sneak around and it ain’t cool
And I can’t hear ur voice once we outta school
I’m so glad I
the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
I'm so forgetful, they calling me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky
Its
be the investigator, I'm your private I (my love)
You know I want a piece of that pie
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
My love, hey,
You know I want a piece of that pie
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
My love, hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love, hey
My love,
Queens, new York
The only thing you get from DMC is real talk
The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork
I gotta walk this way cause
It's the way I walk
From
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause
you ain't seen me in your crystal ball
And I'm up hauled by things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
Now you're done
the drop find your spot and they're coming in
Play tough when he spins he's gon
Humble them
Group text he ain't fucking with none of them
New tech told his
the type shit wont happen for you overnight
See we done made a lot shit fit and we ain't trainers
I done fucked an NFL Nigga bitch and I can't name her
He
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
niggas can't rap, y'all ain't got no money
Broke-ass niggas
It's the real Top Of New York
Niggas tryna bite my name and shit while I'm gone
Top Of New
you're smooth gettin pimped, gee...
...I ain't no ho fool
Got much respect for the new and the old school
But many rappers can rip mics but can't count...
sword den
Most likely
U die by da sword
Lived a whore
Nuttin
Change u still died as a whore
Beanwitdabeam fuck you mean
Ain't playing no more
yourself
We got a whole 60 thou' & that shit raising by itself
I know numbers ain't shit but I'm saying that it helps
Its all about perception when you
this, the n**** that you didn't think could do
Break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no
the name in the song that I had to put on
Just to say I appreciate y'all
You know them girls out west, I can't forget
You know I love New York, I can't
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