[Intro]
Yo, yo, this one's for New York (Yerr)
You know who you are (Ayy)
Fuck out of here
Fucker got me hot right now
[Verse 1]
Notre Damed out, blue Dickies and some beef and brocs
Go smoke dope so the yuppies see, the pigs could watch
'Cause it's legal now, so I'm living in a paradise
Smoking 'til I'm paralyzed
Been smoking dope outside, why you acting terrified?
If I wear it, gotta pair it right
Got it air tight
Keep it a thousand when I write
Go a thousand with the gigs, keep it a terabyte
Might heat it up a thousand Fahrenheit
Burn out all the transplants that turned out the Stuy
Say bye to Lower East, Harlem, and the Upper West Side
You got it twisted, this ain't yours just 'cause this is where you buy
You the gentrifier, terrorizer, not the terrorized
We retaliate, stay inside, ain't nowhere to hide
We'll be waiting with a pair of pliers, take your teeth, repairing mine
For every time you tried to colonize
Buying from the bougie boutique instead of from the guys
From the people that been populized and popularized
The place had the gall to make LA put a mall inside
All they see is dollar signs
And other out-of-towners so you feel safe when you out at night
'Cause you homesick
What about that cat you made homeless? Shit out of line
Almost feels like global warming, are we out of time?
Almost feel like blowing up this whole shit out of spite
"Wik, what you, out your mind?"
I don't doubt it, but I ain't about the crime
I'm just trying to give 'em signs
Let 'em know to get the fuck up out this town of mine
Yo, yo, this one's for New York (Yerr)
You know who you are (Ayy)
Fuck out of here
Fucker got me hot right now
[Verse 1]
Notre Damed out, blue Dickies and some beef and brocs
Go smoke dope so the yuppies see, the pigs could watch
'Cause it's legal now, so I'm living in a paradise
Smoking 'til I'm paralyzed
Been smoking dope outside, why you acting terrified?
If I wear it, gotta pair it right
Got it air tight
Keep it a thousand when I write
Go a thousand with the gigs, keep it a terabyte
Might heat it up a thousand Fahrenheit
Burn out all the transplants that turned out the Stuy
Say bye to Lower East, Harlem, and the Upper West Side
You got it twisted, this ain't yours just 'cause this is where you buy
You the gentrifier, terrorizer, not the terrorized
We retaliate, stay inside, ain't nowhere to hide
We'll be waiting with a pair of pliers, take your teeth, repairing mine
For every time you tried to colonize
Buying from the bougie boutique instead of from the guys
From the people that been populized and popularized
The place had the gall to make LA put a mall inside
All they see is dollar signs
And other out-of-towners so you feel safe when you out at night
'Cause you homesick
What about that cat you made homeless? Shit out of line
Almost feels like global warming, are we out of time?
Almost feel like blowing up this whole shit out of spite
"Wik, what you, out your mind?"
I don't doubt it, but I ain't about the crime
I'm just trying to give 'em signs
Let 'em know to get the fuck up out this town of mine
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