Stay Alive In N.Y.C.
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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
You choose
Check it out now
Yo I'm here to put my thing down
Set up shop 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 vows
And grimy niggas who aim wild
Who just wanna rap and whack niggas who think foul
Ran into Jay while I'm clocking this MAV
This crab sold me some slab, now I'm trying to get back
We play the outskirts, niggas smoother than my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound then he murk
Shit he left skid marks, I let the clip spark
Went off in the hood, play the bench 'til it's 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 word and sent some haters to whack me
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
Check it
Yo I'm a soldier to the heart through my bloodline
One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
I keep a chicken on the bench flipping, gripping
I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slipping
A herb seed burnt me, dropped to hell
Spotted through my peripheral, this nigga trying to murder me
Shorty wop jumped in front of me
Caught one, blazed back, empty the Ruger
Screaming "Bitch niggas take that"
Niggas killed my down bitch, plus her round bitch
I don't know who clapped her, so I don't hang around shit
Lane beat me on an ounce of raw
Dominican nigga, look innocent nigga
Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga
Back the coupe out the lot, cock one in the drop
Put the burner in the dash, V dipped in black
Got bleed on alert for the cat who beat me on the stack
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
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
Had me sleeping in my wheels 'til the real get got
Now I play the cut on some nigga what shit
Fifth under the goose, for real now who wants it?
Two blocks from the J's this nigga lay
He pump trays, tried 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 Warhol
Nigga seen the V and 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 squeezed two and didn't see this nigga drop
It's the code of the street and forever stay hot motherfucker
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