Lyrics

[Part One] [Hook - Raekwon and Almighty U-Sorcerer] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive BANG BANG! I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive GANG GANG! [Verse] I grew up on the crime side, used to call me outcast Always in some combat, never put it on the broadcast Never on no forecast, never on no podcast Used to box a teacher for talking down 'bout a hall pass Always in some trouble, fighting's a requirement Pistols are requirements, cops on retirement Police coming round ain't do shit but shoot an innocent He came out that coma and the chief said it was incident Why the fuck you always over here wasting time They told me had to take my time, but they saying lies And they stealing lines, yeah, they plagiarize But you can't read between the lines with the naked eyes Rae said it right, cash rules everything around me You'd think after some time that the cash would know it's boundaries Went back to the old hood, looking like a pig sty Wanted to flex with the 'Rari, but it'd get finessed quick time [Hook - Raekwon and Almighty U-Sorcerer] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive BANG BANG! I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive GANG GANG! [Part 2] [Intro] Onto the new shit... God levels to this motherfucker. Out with the old, in with the new (Gonna find you and make you want me) [Hook] I mean, the shit is like hide and seek You can't hide from me You can't finesse, can't get high with me (Gonna find you and make you want me) [Verse] I'm at a stature so high they calling dispatchers I can't be captured, I'm like a pastor with some swagger Niggas used to never dress in Thrasher And now the niggas copping every sweater they manufacture A fear factor, a disaster, you a fracture Of the bastards I could gather to shoot 'em all into matter And my status would you rather, in a casket, feeling flattered That the niggas had the decency to shoot me, I'm in laughter Man, I'm laughing so hard that I'm dead, seemingly Did it easily, equally evil like illegally I'm gleefully aiming the choppers at you, not in secrecy Pockets on obesity, my wallet unbelievably Stop getting defensive, I'll put you in your respective Places, please, I'm too directive, I'm aiming at your collective My chopper shooting effective, put it into retrospective All my snipers are selective, no objective, call detectives [Hook] I mean, the shit is like hide and seek You can't hide from me You can't finesse, can't get high with me (Gonna find you and make you want me)