New Bronx City Cypha

Lyrics

[Intro] Kay Slay, drama king, wad up? Hoc fo' fif' New Bronx City New Bronx City (let's go) The X spot where we so thorough Huh uh, it's Mysonne [Verse 1: Mysonne] Y'all bout to witness the best in the business When you mix lions & wolves nigga you get dis This is the dream team, BX supreme team This for X and P, they bout to free P So that means you soft niggas are trouble Shout out to Omar, up north niggas I love you New Bronx City with pretty boys is gritty at Tell Diddy we go bring the city back, nigga [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] A lot a yow niggas I need a rapper's ester Bought a key a crack and the black Winchester Put the gat to me, I don't mean to be to lame Blow out your chest cavity for being too fake, Slay you know me You Bronx City bait the cat, I'm with the homies Dyce, Oun, Haddy, Mysonne and Hocus Gordo, I'm with the carcass [Verse 3: Oun P] If you hate me and shipped me Imma grind and keep making this history Play with me physically, clean murder make you the mystery Used to as God alone, these hard times gotta live with me My story telling the special, thanks for giving is gift to me This gift you see should be putting more gifts by the Christmas tree It ain't, and poppy just said he got a few gifts for me Folding back from the skin and bone, we didn't got us some chemistry Dead presidents come alive, we stealing identities [Verse 4: Hocus 45th] Natural born hustler, cracked up in the cupboard Cooking up the keys, that was me motherfucker Sharing love crib, she couldn't wait for me to chef it Whipping up the base, I'll let you taste it in a second Gym game nigga, move your weight off the bitches Huh, and I did it without a spot I pull up in the whipping and I'm dipping with your thigh BX fight club all my niggas about to part One form sitting in the hole and running the whole Bronx All this hoes crying broke, now you can't hold squat [Verse 5: Haddy Racks] Hey yow my name Racks don't cross my enemy state lines Am from the Bronx, but niggas get stab, niggas shot in the daytime And I hate the pigs, now ours money's dis The gun on my waist too big, racked up, we zip a nigga up Keep hitters in the cut, with the mash and they stick a nigga up Fuck with us and it's straight trouble But you a dick in yuh man's pussy, y'all niggas could be a couple [Verse 6: Dyce Payso] Shut up! (Drax) Drugged your [words unclear] at your mommy coffee Your uncle owe me, had them old Nike Had to fight you in the streets just to freeze love I'm a hustler baby, cause I need drugs At the green plug, hit room work Told a few verse, just hit me on the first Post red, front lash, ain't no gang homie Fuck yourself boy, say my name homie I don't trust niggas, cause they change on me Fuck these new niggas, I want my same homie [Verse 7: Goodz] Oh yeah, nigga my money right New caddy drop with the funny line What you looking at cat nigga Bout that nigga, what's that nigga Cost a couple a gran just to chat with yuh This business don't come with a Mellisa ask for yuh Let me show you where I get in Let the connect, he thought I was Dominican Thank my mom cause she made yeah For the light skin complexion and the wavey hair Buenos [Outro: DJ Kay Slay] Shout out to G-Rod on the track