Say New York City

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Diddy] Bad Boy, bitch One, two, one, two In the place to be As it is plain to see We are, the crush groovin' The body movin' The record makin' And the record breakin', ah [Verse 1: Aasim] My status imperial, milky cereal Mass murder material that prisoners listen to Words and vocals together'll paint you a visual Hah, hah, follow the rhythm of a lyrical criminal The wrath of madness, niggas call me Cassius School of Hard Knocks is my address The killer of mics, what I recite, get the media hype So hah, hah, let me clear my windpipe device It's thе best, so yes, you test, you rеst in peace I bless the beat, finesse, address the streets Got a TEC, a vest, a mic, a masterpiece I write precise for chicks, I'm stabbin' 'em deep And I'm past my pivotal, liquor's like a ritual Intellect of a blimp still a savage when physical Aasim is the dream, nigga, I reign supreme, nigga On the mic, just to let off steam [Interlude: Diddy] Ayo, Aasim, hol' up, hol' up, man Check this out The other night, I was Uptown at this little dip's crib, man And you know what she had the audacity to ask me? "When you Bad Boy niggas gon' stop?" I said, "Stop?" I said, "Bitch is you out your rabbit-ass mind?" "Stop ain't even in our motherfuckin' vocabulary" As we proceed To give you bitches what you need We, are, the supreme, the magnificent Bad Boy, bitch [Part II] [Interlude: Aasim & Diddy] It's been a long time, ayo turn this mic up Turn this mic up, I want the people to hear 'em (It's about that time) And you say New York City? (We are, the world famous) And you say New York City? (The magnificent) And you say New York City? (This is Bad Boy, bitch) Uh [Verse 2: Aasim] The Al Green of the mic's back at the pulpit Last seen as Scarface, emptyin' off a full clip It ain't dawn on niggas I ain't nothin' to fool with XXL two years in a row? Foolish Pretty life doin' 116 in a Beemer Signed off one sixteen, Puff was in the theater Two years later, the preparation is finished You reviewin' the mind, I'm O-Dog in Menace Sing a song niggas, this just the beginnin' of my spokes So fly Greyhound, niggas they call me Delta In a focus zone, comin' for the cover of Rollin' Stone Here to bring the homies home And my scars never healed up, still been a New York nigga Stay winnin' the race, I'ma change the pace The realest out caught eyes of bate that hate I bathe with the same slaves that made it off the plantain This the start of my brand new campaign Where you lil' niggas never meant a damn thang So all you loud mouths could hold the chatter 'Fore I shit on you, I could never control my bladder, hah Matter of fact, I could battle the world And win with a verse that was written by my girl When I got the best promotor in the game since Dark King Beat on my chest like King Kong the icon Say goodbye to the game like Dylan And I won't stop 'til the b-b-beat drop Pardon me, I had to stutter 'cause I'm spewin' heat hot Leak this one quick 'fore another mo'fucker come With some lame shit that real fans can explain Gettin' c-confused like where is Carmen Sandie'? Go, go, go, go Go, until the game's no' mo', nigga [Chorus: Aasim & Diddy] Uh, and you say New York City? (We are, the supreme) Uh, and you say New York City? (The magnificent) Uh, and you say New York City? (Bad Boy, bitch) [Verse 3: Aasim] Queens be the borough Aasim was thoroughly racin' We above normal, my niggas they call me Rain Man When it come to foul, our style is flagrant Like a pack of hungry lions that's out of the cage and Crown would sit nice on my caesar, I fit nice In a Beemer I live life like a Cheetah, king Liquor on my stomach bound to fuck up my kidneys Lord forgive 'em the boy is vicious, yes Man, listen, my ambition is dollar van driven My ammunition is accurate the fabulous life To flip, man, got a rubber grip, man When the pussy spittin', man, leave your upper lips tan Uh, man, God, damn Why they let that nigga eyes put it down like Ah, man, God, damn How we eatin' if that nigga come around Elevated to the sky while standin' on firm ground Put me in a disposition, you smokin' that sherm now Stick to the game, bought a new Germ' hound To fuck up with your sound, goin' round for round With the pound for pound Right now I'm the picture on the mound The "No Hitter Quitter", nigga, highest down All with flamboyance for your enjoyance Food for Thought, I brought it for you so enjoy it [Chorus: Aasim & Diddy] Uh, and you say New York City? (We are, the supreme) Uh, and you say New York City? (The magnificent) Uh, and you say New York City? (Bad Boy, bitch) [Outro: Diddy] And you say New York City? And you say New York City? And you say New York City? We are, the supreme The magnificent, world famous Bad Boy, bitch His name's Aasim Every couple of years, another great one comes along We give birth to great ones at Bad Boy, niggas And we won't stop, ah man, we, yeah Y'all feel it, y'all niggas feel it Y'all know we about to go at it another run Y'all niggas feel it Embrace it motherfuckers Enjoy it-