NYC Shine

Album cover art for "NYC Shine" by DJ Kay Slay & Sauce Money & Joell Ortiz & Sheek Louch

DJ Kay Slay & Sauce Money & Joell Ortiz & Sheek Louch - Rap

NYC Shine

0 Plays

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Gun on my waist, hand on my whip, blunt lit Bitch on my dick, I love this shit, it's obvious Young nigga ready to blast [?] The home of Biggie and Hova You can put us in any state, we taking it over Oil in my trippy stick, getting me higher Lox still making hits after [?] done retired Strip club poppin, Slay put the magazine bitches in the game Now they yelling his name We quick to pull the raiser out our mouth And hell yeah, I show love to the south How you think my niggas eating? It ain't from no Def Jam meeting These record labels taking a beating This New York nigga, no competing [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] The [?] skyscrapers But your plain land in Queens next to Nas' neighbors Your hotel in Brooklyn [?] But so is them projects where niggas vialate ya Laugh now, cry later when that iron blaze ya You in a concreet jungle, I'm a lion tamer I travil with animals that attack rappers Smack backwards with the ass of a black ratchet I'm from where we backflip on a trash mattress Chasing bitches through the hood till they asmatic I'm still flippin on these crab matic [?] they just run slower in my tax bracket I'm in the city of dreams, but I don't live in a dream Cause the second you doze off, niggas dip in your jeans So my shotty is nose off In my nickle plated motherfucking [?] machine [Verse 3: Sauce Money] Backstabbers and betrayal, I made it through that Plottin to off your own man, how could you do that? Addicted to killing shit, but never for the thrill of it Any conversation with us is all gorilla shit Word no need to [?] to begin Locate the snake and get him out of his skin Two shot for a fifth, no chance to elude us Since it's at the crime scene, two different shooters What he get for sticking his chest out like Hooters Got pros with macs if I put you in the book Get your reputation of how you put it in Just because you get busy, it won't take you off the hook [?], see the lies [?] might go to work when he read my eyes Green is the sleeper, we think a lot deeper That quiet nigga with you, his body language is on speaker

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Sauce Money
  • Joell Ortiz
  • Sheek Louch
  • DJ Kay Slay