Talk of New York

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, the trains are New York veins, the city's a cycle People are the blood stream — mean and ice cold Laid back, counter clockwise the dice roll Yank hats, gang flags, plane crash Ground Zero, no lost angels Ain't you from my man's and them area? It's good to meet you Your man did 20 years for some FILA sneakers, right? True Had the 560 Benz — light blue When Ed shot himself in the stomach Smoke the dust, he let the Culture-Culture bust Back when we took the D train Uptown Shanté and her whole crew — groovy hair style "Yo, baby, yo! Baby, yo!" t-shirts Gold teeth smirks At mark 125th, hope the heat work Few numbers I bagged, then caught a cab back to Jamaica Ave By the library seen the part of Shabazz [Hook] New York (*scratched*) (All of those who live in Queens know just what I'm talkin') New York (*scratched*) (All of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin') New York (*scratched*) (All of those that live in Harlem know just what I'm talkin') New York (*scratched*) (All of those from South Bronx know just what I'm talkin') [Verse 2] Skate Key, Empire, USA Rooftop, 2 O'clock, skate's off, break north To the rink, minks Springfield in Newark The 6th borough Jers' — car jack city The G-W bridge to Co-op City Po-po's hot, Glocks in your Benzy box Stashed it, we move fast, dropped off Miss Pretty Shakes her ass to the building, knowin' I just killed it Dudes in front of the door blocks her entrance Askin' her who she been with? She laugh, "Mind ya business" Tinted windows, pop Dutches with box cutters Drop brothers off at Comstock to see locked brothers Hick town up in New York State Jakes hate a black New York face Jumpin' out the Phantom with the Bapes Planet of the Apes With the hammers on her waist Gorillas in the tri-state of... [Hook] New York (*scratched*) (All of those who live in Queens know just what I'm talkin') New York (*scratched*) (All of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin') New York (*scratched*) (All of those that live in Harlem know just what I'm talkin') New York (*scratched*) (All of those from South Bronx know just what I'm talkin') [Verse 3] It don't matter if I been outta town Cigar lounge, doin' rounds of tequila soon as I touch down In New York City streets, the heat is on The talk, who said what I catch up on the new Teflon Dons Who got they death bond? Who still stable? Where beefs got squash at the round table Who still holdin' it? Who hangin' with snitches? Couple of Zulu's from back in the days is still up in Clinton No more hand shakes, fake arm swings, see if your flinchin' Need to hold somethin' that's mentioned in every nigga's sentence When I get it, you got it D's ran up in the project Bail a couple of homies out, no doubt Ferrari's in the summer Winter's the Hummer, or the Turtle Top Van satellite Spillin' drinks, hittin' potholes with the savage types Club 17 marquee, the team flash Next day, hit the spas and the steam bath Knock out this business Do some promo, make paper in the grind capital Sign a 'graph or two Hit the hood, see the folks reminisce how it was In the most powerful city that I love