NYC Shine
Feat. Sheek louch, Joell Ortiz & Sauce Money
(Verse)
Gun on my waist, hand on my whip, bluntly
Bitch on my dick, I love this shit, it's obvious
Young nigga ready to blast, skanky days, Willie Burger touch of class
The home of Biggie & Hov
You could put us in any state we takin' it ova
Oil in my trippy stick gettin' my higher
Lox still making hits after Geda retired
Strip club poppin', Slay put the magazine bitches in the game
Now they yellin' his name
We quick to pull a razor out our mouth
And hell yeah I show love to the south
How ya think my niggas eatin'?
It ain't from no Death Jam meetin'
These record labels takin' the beatings
This New York, nigga, no competing
(Hook)
Dam, pack, boom, New York City
(Verse)
Yeah, they fly in to see the skyscrapers
But yo plane land in Queens next to Naz neighbors
The hotel in Brooklyn made of bar clay
But so is them projects where niggas violate ya
Laugh now, cry later when that iron blaze ya
You in a concrete jungle, I'm a lion tamer
I travel with animals that attack rapidly
Snap back with the axe of a black ratchid
I'm from where yo back leaped on a trash matrice
Chasing bitches thru the hood till they assmatic
Still flippin' on these crabmatics
Chasing fat asses, they just run slow and my tax bracking
I'm in the city of dreams, but I don't live in a dream
Just the second you doze off, niggas dig in yo jeans
I'mma shatter your nose off, and my nickelplated motherfucker rips the machine
(Hook)
Dam, pack, boom, New York City
(Verse)
Backstabbers and betrayals, I made it thru that
Plottin' to off yo own man, how could you do that?
Addicted to killer shit, but never for the thrill of it
Any conversation with us is all gorilla shit
Word, no need to fill 'em out to begin
Locate the snake and peel 'em out of his skin
Two shots, 4.fifth, no jams to allude us
The senses at the crime scene, two different shooters
What he different? Sticking his chest out like hootas
Got pros with Macs if I put you in the book
Get yo repetation, or how you put it in
Just because you get busy, it won't take you off the hook
L. Mike smurk, cause he can see the lines
Mens might go to work when he read my eyes
Green is the sleeper, we dig a lot deeper
That quiet nigga that's with ya, the body language is on speaker