From MIA To NY

Lyrics

[Intro: D-Cell & Cuban Link] This is what it sounds like when them slugs fly D-Cell, fuckin' with my nigga Cuban Link M.O.B., CLK, marked for life, see your squad Let's ride out on these niggas, dawg [Chorus: D-Cell & Cuban Link] From MIA to NY (We OGs) Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze) And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please) Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide [Verse 1: D-Cell] Don't fuck with these bitch-made niggas who booted blood I run with my get-paid niggas, weekly and month I'm hungry now, fuck that, no starvin', bitch So don't come at D-Cell on that Harvard shit I scar your clique but really though, this ain't that song Your homeboy say you pussy, dawg, you can't be wrong But long like a thong, I'm strong like a target's night And no, I ain't signed yet, bitch, I'm marked for life It's hard to write, y'all never that, it's hard to stop And with a thinner flathead, ain't nothin' hard to cock My cars is ace of spades from the bottom of the deck You be the king of the club, I be the father of my TEC-9 Quicker than a jet climb, I'm the ultimate heist More brutal than a cage match with ultimate fights I'm gully and height but laid back like Snoop on hydro I love a white woman, I just can't stand five-o New York to Miami, got a family of goons And you can smell my real niggas when we step in the room My syndicate squad, real G's who hit real hard So don't get stressin', you a dealer 'cause you flip these cards [Chorus: D-Cell & Cuban Link] From MIA to NY (We OGs) Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze) And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please) Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide From MIA to NY (We OGs) Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze) And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please) Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide [Interlude: Cuban Link] We ain't letting him slide Nigga, ain't no more free passes around here Ya heard? Give me five minutes, motherfucker Matter fact, it's too late for that shit [Verse 2: Cuban Link] Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is C (Cuba) New to the B-A, straight out the PJs, reppin' the M.O.B. way Motherfuck what he say, nigga, this is how we play Don't make me relay that message to your DJ Beef, fuck a piece sake, poppin' open the briefcase Cockin', loadin' the .38, cock and smoke 'em like Freebase I bring the heatwave, it doesn't pay to be brave You still in Pre-K, nigga, can't even pee straight Nothin' but a cliche, on my D-I-C-K Your runs are pre-paid, buyin' them off of eBay You hot like BK, nigga, it's what the streets say The ghetto gangsta hangin' out with the D-A Cowards are more like chihuahuas, actin' like they pitbulls I pity the fool 'cause he spits bulls, pitiful Give him a rude awakening like Rick Rude Pistols, missiles, this dude's fish food Youse a bitch too, nigga, you was never hard You should've never started, I'ma tear your head apart You got better odds, gettin' with ten bodyguards Hundred guns, hundred clips, rollin' in them armored cars [Chorus: D-Cell & Cuban Link] From MIA to NY (We OGs) Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze) And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please) Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide From MIA to NY (We OGs) Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze) And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please) Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide [Outro: Cuban Link] Yeah, Snowpak, where you at? D-Cell, my nigga Level Syndicate