42nd St.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] Grande in coffee, stove's on dash Thirty-eight in the glove box, rubber bands on cash Shades over eyes, foot stay on the gas Red light, green light, Hell's Kitchen the eighth Ave Straight up forty-deuce, the naked city slide past Yeah, the meter runs a little fast, that's a trick from the vets Windows down on the cab, the cold keeps me awake The street never sleeps, adjust the rearview Watch him give head in the backseat Side mirror, plain clothes on the creep They more crooked than the hooker teeth So long as the ticker's running it's all the same to me [Verse 2: Priviledge] My chest puffs up like the Tell Tale Heart does Rap tap tap until the failsafe start up working, big ideas Few persons, port authority formed a union more perfect Descendants of slaves and indentured servants Attenders the cave lazy Afghan purpose Precisely preordained, pretty pricey Dirty water dogs'll cut some under the lights [Verse 3: Lord Superb] I'mma take you deeper through the deuce From First Ave. to Tenth, they ain't Never sell nicks all they crack is timbs Eighth Ave. had the hoes, Ninth Ave. had the pimps Niggas are women if you want Have some man sucking your dick They don't just turn tricks out there, they do tricks Lower East Side niggas'll take your new kicks Remember Union Square the muse, when the rule flicks I had to feline the lotto, the truths kid [Verse 4: Pastense] A fifth of Jameson, a billy goat 42nd and Broadway, beating up bums Cut the gondola for hooker Break that bitch, [?] Ireland connection Whitey Bulger put more guns in the kitchen After slain hoes, flame goes coke searching Who's the real burglar, ain't nobody searching further The buck stops here, have no fear NYPD is here, beat your ass Talk loud and drink another beer [Verse 5: Priviledge] Mayan smack, game set past Ride another seven til the train stop pass More fastidious bastion the new thought Art and violence, wild ale heart Engineering science, subway maintenance Avenue two stop, train pass racing Streets stay wicked as a west side witch Got the U.S. Open 46th and 5th Flushing Meadows ten days before harvest Forty blocks uptown in Harlem Made it back to the theater all them Stars take the curtain call, I'm pulling for them [Verse 6: [?]] Got a tool to your face cause I hardly ate Trigger finger got a itch I can hardly shake I'm like the great black [?] to your back Watch your baby back ribs get [?] Should have all these dudes sipping fon a forty and deuce Pumping my last time, now my eyes full of enthusiasm Pulling your spruce, get your hands raising the roof Before this toolie make the brain there looking like soup [Verse 7: Billy Woods] Two for ones, two for ones, double your money Double your fun, A.C. don't give you these odds Trust me, go down there, he get straight up robbed A dollar a play, test your luck, come on folks What else you gon' do with the buck Step right up, step right up, you sir Eyes of a king, all you gotta do is watch that red queen She's your lady tonight, no offense to your beautiful wife Al side bets to my protege, Young Twist Follow that mistress, her heart's taken for me She can be your bitch, sorry no money back once it starts Round and round she goes, round and round she goes Where she stops nobody—(cops cops!)