New Bronx City Cypha lyrics

by

Big K.R.I.T.


[Intro]
Kay Slay, drama king, wad up?
Hoc fo' fif'
New Bronx City
New Bronx City (let's go)
The X spot where we so thorough
Huh uh, it's Mysonne

[Verse 1]
Y'all bout to witness the best in the business
When you mix lions & wolves n*gga you get dis
This is the dream team, BX supreme team
This for X and P, they bout to free P
So that means you soft n*ggas are trouble
Shout out to Omar, up north n*ggas I love you
New Bronx City with pretty boys is gritty at
Tell Diddy we go bring the city back, n*gga

[Verse 2]
A lot a yow n*ggas I need a rapper's ester
Bought a key a crack and the black Winchester
Put the gat to me, I don't mean to be to lame
Blow out your chest cavity for being too fake, Slay you know me
You Bronx City bait the cat, I'm with the homies
Dyce, Oun, Haddy, Mysonne and Hocus
Gold doe, I’m with the carcass
[Verse 3]
If you hate me and shipped me
Imma grind and keep making this history
Play with me physically, clean murder make you the mystery
Used to as God alone, these hard times gotta live with me
My story telling the special, thanks for giving is gift to me
This gift you see should be putting more gifts by the Christmas tree
It ain't, and poppy just said he got a few gifts for me
Folding back from the skin and bone, we didn't got us some chemistry
Dead presidents come alive, we stealing identities

[Verse 4]
Natural born hustler, cracked up in the cupboard
Cooking up the keys, that was me motherf*cker
Sharing love crib, she couldn't wait for me to chef it
Whipping up the base, I'll let you taste it in a second
Gym game n*gga, move your weight off the b*tches
Huh, and I did it without a spot
I pull up in the whipping and I'm dipping with your thigh
BX fight club all my n*ggas about to part
One form sitting in the hole and running the whole Bronx
All this hoes crying broke, now you can't hold squat

[Verse 5]
Hey yow my name [words unclear] don't cross my enemy state lines
Am from the Bronx, but n*ggas get stab, n*ggas shot in the daytime
And I hate the pigs, now ours money's dis
The gun on my waist too big, racked up, we zip a n*gga up
Keep hitters in the cut, with the mash and they stick a n*gga up
f*ck with us and it's straight trouble
But you a di*k in yuh man’s pus*y, y'all n*ggas could be a couple
[Verse 6]
Shut up! (Drax)
Drugged your [words unclear] at your mommy coffee
Your uncle owe me, had them old Nike
Had to fight you in the streets just to freeze love
I’m a hustler baby, cause I need drugs
At the green plug, hit room work
Told a few verse, just hit me on the first
Post red, front lash, ain’t no gang homie
f*ck yourself boy, say my name homie
I don’t trust n*ggas, cause they change on me
f*ck these new n*ggas, I want my same homie
Oh yeah, n*gga my money right
New caty drop with the funny line
What you looking at cat n*gga
Bout that n*gga, what’s that n*gga
Cost a couple a gran just to chat with yuh
This business don’t come with a Mellisa ask for yuh

[Outro]
Let me show you where I get in
Let the connect, he thought I was Dominican
Thank my mom cause she made yeah
For the light skin complexion and the wavey hair
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