New York City (ft. Raekwon, N.o.r.e. & Prodigy) Lyrics by Troy Ave
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Aye yo, times is hard, but we get through it
And even though it's crimes involved, we had to do 'em
By any means, Malcolm X marks the spot
I went from ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a drop
The road to success for me was real gritty
Wasn't no stress for me, don't feel pity
Life is a bitch and she sure ain't pretty
And I'mma do me anyway, nigga
'Cause I'm from New York City
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
A young prodigy when it come to drug deals
In New York I get blood money
Dirty cash bought my matte black Jeep
I used to skip out on cabs
Went from givin' no dough to given limos to get to shows
Either way I'm driven – this shit shows
Spit flows like Bō, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo'
Drinkin' champagne out the bottle
Young Crisco, pop it, hop in, let's politic, ditto
Same niggas sayin' “time to get this money”
They've been the same niggas sayin' that for years, still hungry
New discussion: New York artists wanna be southern
The city's lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here after
But Kendrick Lamar's just a weirdo rapper
[Hook: Troy Ave]
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
We went from Uzis to elephant guns
Small pistols on Gynsills – little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the 'hood – good, nigga, good
Retrievin' every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at nighttime
Call us the poisonous pumpers
Who run up on these niggas like Nightline
The arsonists and good vines
That means the wares is amazing – assignment, baby, since '89
Creepin' through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks – handle them niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
'Cause you could never represent the money team
We smash faces, flash bracelets, that's the basic
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