Stay Alive in NYC

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Memphis Bleek - Rap

Stay Alive in NYC

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, street life Gutter shit, for real y'all Soldier life nigga, get it right New York City Where I'm from, live or die Marcy, do what you do [Verse 1] Check it out now Yo I'm here to put my thing down Set up shot with cocaine now Pick off niggas who ain't down I'm in the game now Brought a couple of cats from the way down Who know how to slang thows And grimmy niggas who aim wild Who juss want to rep And wet niggas who think foul Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math This crab show me some slab Now I'm tryna get back We played the outskirts Nigga smoother then my shirt Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked Shit he left skid marks I let the clip spark When off in the hood Played the bench till its dark I'm confined to the drug game A thin line between love and hate Some niggas I love to hate I thought my connect respect me This nigga got bad work and sent some haters wet me [Chorus] To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier [Verse 2] Check it Yo, I'ma soldier to the heart Through my bloodline One way to catch a crab is always on his front time I keep a chicken on a bench flippin' Grippin', I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin' A herb seed burn me, drop the L Spot it through my peripheral This nigga tryna murder me Shorty wop jumped in front of me Caught one, blaze back empty empty the roots Through the bitch niggas, take that Niggas killed my down bitch Bust around bitch I don't know who clapped So I don't hang around Shit, lame beat me on the ounce of raw Dominican nigga Look, innocent nigga Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga Back the coop out the lot Cock one in the drop Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black Got Bleek on alert For the cat who beat me on the stack [Chorus] To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier [Verse 3] Yo, yo Slow money, broke niggas, no weed One gun, and my down bitch gone Got a nigga on the run Strip hot Niggas came through, bang shots Have me sleeping in my wheels To the real get got Now I play the cut On some nigga what shit Flip fo-in-dicals For real now who wants it Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay He pump trays Tryna to get the Memph man put away His next option Pack up get out of dodge When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage Too much 'dro got my eyes low On the creep triple black down 'Cause I'ma cripple that clown Spotted him by WoodHall Niggas seen the V took off Like he ran track or he played football Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that block Where the hot whips ride Ride slow this nigga out burning trees With a bad bitch, I'ma put his brain on her sleeve It's already cocked I move slow up the block Jumped out, made him tongue kiss the Glock I squeeze two, and niggas seen this nigga drop Code of the street, it's forever stay hot Motherfucker [Chorus] To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you gots to be a soldier To stay alive in New York City

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  • Memphis Bleek