New York

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz ft. Swave Sevah and Double A.B. - "New York" [Emcee(s): Swave Sevah, Double A.B., and C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): Dub Sonata] [Scratches: DJ JS-1] [Intro: Samples with Scratches by DJ JS-1] "Out in New York, the same shit is going on" - Sample from Nas - "One Love" (x4) [Interlude 1: Swave Sevah and (C-Rayz Walz)] Yeah, yeah, Swave Sevah, you heard? (Dub Sonata) Yeah, A.B., you heard? (C-Rayz) Yeah, NYC, you heard? (Hah) Yeah, where I'm from, yo. (Where I'm from, yo) Where you from, yo? (Where you from, yo?) Yeah, where we're from, yo. (Where we're from, yo) Yo, yo [Verse 1: Swave Sevah] Speak with hood predicate (What's up, yo?). I'm an inner-city delegate (Yup) Ghetto fabulous, School of Hard Knock graduate (Do it honest) Call him "Marauder," walk the streets with a bop Prefer a revolver—don't jam, easy to pop (Pop, pop, pop, pop) Six shots, keep concealed. If the beef's revealed (Who want it?) The flame from it is gonna help some beef get grilled (Ill!) Chill. I'm being too violent. But understand Dawg, it's not me. It's my environment (Not me), place I Reside in (Word), area I was born and raised (Right here) Where we roll dice and put the winners all on haze Where we keep Privilège Henny in a plastic cup and make Examples out of herb niggas acting tough (Say it!) That's what's up. You tell me when you've had enough (You had enough?) So I can get back to bag it up. I'm a hustler, yo Swave Sevah, I do war things (Yup). Trying To keep my head above water like New Orleans (Come and) Walk with me down the streets where I'm from Yo, see how I'm living, come visit my slums (Come on) Where some of the toughest niggas done passed away (Yup) And we gon' see if your bitch ass last a day (Bitch), pussy [Hook: All] (x2) New York grimy, New York gully New York sheisty, New York hungry New York rejects, New York hustlers New York criminals, New York customers [Verse 2: Double A.B.] I'm stuck in New York, open up the New York Times See who's the new victims to New York crimes (Damn) Make me want to cop a new four-five About the size of them two large guys from Booyah Tribe So if we play a game of "Who's More Live?" I'ma have a big surprise for you small fries (That's right) Y'all ain't men. Y'all some Ru Paul guys Trying to tuck your dick, make your two balls high, fucker Watch out dealing with Dylan Tucker Here's an eight of trees. Maggot, give me fifty like a drill instructor Filibuster filling busters with hot lead I ain't talking guns—I'll stick a pencil through a cop's head Stab him in the heart with a sharp pen, dead him When I click the little button part on the knife's sharp end I hock phlegm at these rappers in the top ten 'Cause I ain't feeling rappers since KRS and Rakim [Hook: All] (x2) New York grimy, New York gully New York sheisty, New York hungry New York rejects, New York hustlers New York criminals, New York customers [Bridge 1: Double A.B.] (In New York) They're popping chains and hopping trains (In New York) Hustlers run the blocks with things (In New York) We got junkies and prostitutes (In New York) Itchy-trigger-finger cops who shoot [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Live from New York on Saturday Night. Sunday morning's for fools The streets of New York, where every G Rap like it's Kool (Grimy) Catch me on the ave thinking differently, even though The scenery clash (Gully), heavy machinery blast Fools steal fiendery stash (Sheisty) Central bookings. In Central, look and get splashed (Hungry) For money, (Rejects) on my ass Cats wearing bugs, dogs smoking roaches approaching the ave (Hustlers, criminals) One and the same Son of a gun—when it's on, I go get my pops and aim One for the customers, two for the crack high off the notes New York rap smugglers—that's supplying the dope The Big Apple. Words that don't go for flavor tackle or clap you Even bitches hold a torch like that Statue Liberty's ill, my city is real. You'll still get Busy and build. Too gritty and witty to chill Come, walk with me down the streets where I'm from Yo, see how I'm living, coming visit my slum Where some of the richest pimps had their bitches laid And we gon' see if your trick ass last a day [Hook: All] (x2) New York grimy, New York gully New York sheisty, New York hungry New York rejects, New York hustlers New York criminals, New York customers