Testi New York City - Troy Ave, Raekwon, N.O.R.E.

New York City

Aye yo, times is hard, but we get through it\nAnd even though it’s crimes involved, we had to do 'em\nBy any means, Malcolm X marks the spot\nI went from ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a drop\nThe road to success for me was real gritty\nWasn’t no stress for me, don’t feel pity\nLife is a bitch and she sure ain’t pretty\nAnd I’mma do me anyway, nigga\nCause I’m from New York City\nI break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills\nA young prodigy when it come to drug deals\nIn New York I get blood money\nDirty cash bought my matte black Jeep\nI used to skip out on cabs\nWent from givin' no dough to given limos to get to shows\nEither way I’m driven — this shit shows\nSpit flows like Bō, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo'\nDrinkin' champagne out the bottle\nYoung Crisco, pop it, hop in, let’s politic, ditto\nSame niggas sayin' «time to get this money»\nThey’ve been the same niggas sayin' that for years, still hungry\nNew discussion: New York artists wanna be southern\nThe city’s lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin'\nIt was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here after\nBut Kendrick Lamar’s just a weirdo rapper\nWe went from Uzis to elephant guns\nSmall pistols on Gynsills — little shorties, cheeba, big forties\nSittin' back in the 'hood — good, nigga, good\nRetrievin' every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood\nYou know we specialists at nighttime\nCall us the poisonous pumpers\nWho run up on these niggas like Nightline\nThe arsonists and good vines\nThat means the wares is amazing — assignment, baby, since '89\nCreepin' through hallways, big laundry bags\nFour Ks — handle them niggas, now jam niggas\nFuck they gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum\nCause you could never represent the money team\nWe smash faces, flash bracelets, that’s the basic\nDon’t get smacked in your mouth with 45 razors\nYeah, the jungle brothers rollin' with all coverage\nGet 'em young Troy — What? He fucked with us\nYou know how I steady rock — New York City bop\nUsed to slang grainy rock — war on the petty block\nBack-to-back cases\nNow we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases\nNo, we ain’t erase this\nSpades hand, aces — out of town papers\nLuck’s all Vegas — herb shit, Avis\nI graduated from the street life accordingly\nSaid my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly\nI been shot niggas since 14\nI’ve been to war, mean — got guns from Fort Greene\nI exorted niggas — I was the re-up man\nI gave the orders, nigga — P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga\nKing flow, used to get coke from Domingo\nGet up in the old folks' home, he’s playin' bingo\nHe sold it for 10, but I got him for cinco\nSafe in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow\nThe life and times of a New York Nigga, we very different\nPlease pardon my aggression, but move from my vision\nWith that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off\nYou blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my belt\nI’m forcin' myself to be chill\nListen to them journalists, get yourself killed\nThey ain’t never lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it\nThey hide behind aliases and talk rowdy\nFrom behind a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg\nIf I see you in the flesh you’ll be shook\nLike a martini — I know they tired of me\nI know they wish I would die already, but I’m very dope\nI’m so cold, you should get your February coat\nThat NY shit, you niggas got warm hearts\nNo offense, but I’ll tear you apart\nNo matter which part of the map you reppin', get your weapon