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Escape From New York

Sadat X & Deda
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Escape from New York, escape from New York Escape from New York, escape from New York Escape from New York, escape from New York Escape from New York, escape from New York A twenty-one gun salute ain't nearly enough For some old shit this rough D-Dawg, baby paw, watch this prediction As we escape from New York, we'll see a whole lot of fiction Drug dealers wanna be rappers, and rappers frontin drugs Big Williness is silliness if you still live at home You be tyin' up the lotto, mom, dudes holla for Tell your gentlemen I'm here, the Great X has gone no-no Shotgun partner D-Dawg, bring that thing PR So we can swing PR, together us three we are Tryin to keep pace in the great rap race New York's a crazy place, my girl just caught a case If you wanna feel the pleasure Prince is provin it's on My hair is now on a little higher than a baldy Came to lace up the wax with Pete and D-Dawg Poire From the Vernon to New Rochelle, or the Rolling Cliffs of Dover It ain't over 'til it's over, it ain't over 'til it's over Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can you walk the walk? New York, New York For the thugs and players, money, sex and rhyme sayers Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can you walk the walk? New York, New York For the thugs and players, money, sex and rhyme sayers And I'm out, reachin for the bigger and the better More advanced to the letter, type obsessive with the pressure Escapin like some brothers with triple life AWOL on the run from the man, I got a plan For real though, I wanna get this dough on the strength, yo The next plateau, movin up, yup, fuck a ho And take it slow, cause that's the only way to flow I rock a show and then it's back to the rest, so Stay out of my zone, cause I'm stressin the facts Seekin stacks of those plaques, and the boom and twenty sacks Relax, maybe when I'm looted, mad booted in my mansion Dirty dancin like Ace of Buchanan jammin Totally the opposite of famine, straight slammin And you know I gots to have the cannon For all false, that talk the talk, but can you walk the walk? Escape from New York! So listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can you walk the walk? New York, New York For the thugs and players, money, sex and rhyme sayers Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can you walk the walk? New York, New York For the thugs and players, money, sex and rhyme sayers All hail the Great X has turned to king Let the caged bird sing and let the gauge take the stage Life's a hard hump for the average man Especially cause my skin's much darker than tan Goddamn, Uncle Sam, you evaded the gram Now you wanna front and act like you don't know about the plan But I know, what you're doin to me, you can't win Escape from New York, don't bring your ass back again So here we are, the X-Man, PR and the baby paw On the premises, missionin to finish this The bonafide buddin, mic-muggin, steady buggin Breakin backs with stacks and no fear Solid like stone and the family's sly Buy and sell, live well and make bail A single pop, or hip-hop mingle life Just for the sport, kid, escape from New York So listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can you walk the walk? New York, New York For the thugs and players, money, sex and rhyme sayers Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can you walk the walk? New York, New York For the thugs and players, money, sex and rhyme sayers And I'm out like that, uhh Escape from New York, escape from New York Escape from New York, escape from New York Escape from New York, escape from New York Escape from New York, escape from New York