(Where do I start?) Let's see what they wanna hear?
Let me see where I start at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
For the score, go to war like a Jarhead
New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!
New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!
(We're gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City)
(With her first Hello...)
Uh, got a lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play, whatever; do
Ecstasy, oxy, Vicodin, powder
Ari, Haze, Diesel, Sour
Dust juice, loosies, turbans, kufis
Hand guns is petite, the shotties is doofy
Telling in is not nice, a lot of niggas got life
Everything is good in my bank except cocked dice
Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them
So they bootlegged them, now everybody sport them
Dorms, cells, packages, mail
Warrants, bails, everything's real now
(Hi-Tek! Hi-Tek!)
(Papoose! Pap-poose!)
All I got is my word and my nuts; man, I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin' in my drawers
Always talking about you balling

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