New York sh*t lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Hahaha
Ah, man

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I got a nine on my waistline
I ain't thinkin’ 'bout you b*tch ass n*ggas no more
You could help a n*gga out, he gon' still talk sh*t
And turn around and want more
I ain’t thinkin' 'bout you (Get the f*ck up out my face)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (When the last time we talked?)
I ain't thinkin' ’bout you (Nah, I ain’t need your number)
I ain't thinkin’ 'bout you (Monkeys out, n*gga)
No more
f*ck around and get hit up (Facts)
Mom prayin' like, "Please, baby, get up" (Get up [?])
n*ggas see your wounds, turn around and spit up
I ain't playin’, Donnie came to f*ck shot up, shyeah
This is that raw sh*t, New York
Winter time in front of the store, sh*t
Burnin' my weed with a stashbox real close (What up, n*gga?)
Ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (Feel a pulse)
Put your glass up, let's have a toast (Salute)
Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss, and Ghost (L-O-X)
We stay away from them corny rappers that do the most
Gangstas, our careers ain't even close (Shyeah)
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Don't make me bust you, n*gga
Grew up together but I don't trust you, n*gga
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide like a f*ckin' punk, shyeah
Top of the mornin', gun in her mouth while your b*tch breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young boy before he get life
Watch these left n*ggas 'cause they ain't right

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Word, that's the same sh*t that I was sayin'
Gotta watch these n*ggas how these n*ggas be anglin'
Make 'em see stars so I start banglin'
Abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in
I said f*ck me, I feel the same then
Talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends
Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties
'Spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty (Hip-hop royalty)
The crown secure and I got a tip (Word)
With the clips filled, the wrong word'll get you killed
Q.B. reppin', ain't a thing changed
Grown man, see y'all n*ggas out playin' kid games
Twenty-twenty comin', things realer than it ever been
People co-signin' sh*t y'all peddlin'?
Me and Sheek on a whole other wavelength
On point with it, let them fake n*gga stay [?]
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Don't make me bust you, n*gga
Grew up together but I don't trust you, n*gga
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide like a f*ckin' punk, shyeah
Top of the mornin', gun in her mouth while your b*tch breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young boy before he get life
Watch these left n*ggas 'cause they ain't right

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Yeah, still keep guns in the panel
Shot him through his flannel out the pocket of my Louis camo
n*ggas say what's up but can't stand you
We call 'em New York undercovers, them n*gga's done been cancelled
You know me, a little Wraith, a hot b*tch
Pharrell Chanel slides, I'm bumpin' that Pac sh*t
My daughter seen a squirrel, said, "Look, dad, a chinchilla"
Up in the Bronx, born killers, we been realer (Been realer)
I catch a body like that n*gga shotty
Run up in your lobby with the mini shotty, body everybody
Black turtleneck, black [?]
Had to get me on the tax, Joe Crack's the black Gotti
I pop sh*t 'cause they can't stop me
Who, him? He can't rob me
Your b*tch a damn thotti
You know these raps, they be physical
You could feel it though
I know they said it, but he live it though
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Don't make me bust you, n*gga
Grew up together but I don't trust you, n*gga
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide like a f*ckin' punk, shyeah
Top of the mornin', gun in her mouth while your b*tch breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young boy before he get life
Watch these left n*ggas 'cause they ain't right
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