[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Still a hustle, Staten Island
Still a struggle, New York
Still gone bubble, 10304
[Inspectah Deck]
I'm form New York, City, Birth place of the gritty
Dog eat dog, Only Jake willing to work with me
Watch your drink before they lace your sizzurp with a mickey
Bodies will burn like dub sacks of purple sticky
Cojacks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements
The young guns put pressure on the made men
The fiends they'll cap you for your package
The mass act savage, Little sis selling her ass and tits
Your best friend will send shots to wet ya
The bad lands, Hammers on the waist bands the regular
Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime
Cause ain't no nine to five for two time felons
And little man wanna be just like me
The saddest thing is he just might be
With a life as Christopher Walken, King of New York 'em
Resort to talking when the heat is on 'em, breathing on 'em
[Hook 2X: Inspectah Deck]
There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide
There's no one to trust so keep a gun on your side
Just do as the Roman's if you wanna survive
I guess that's how it go in N.Y
Still a hustle, Staten Island
Still a struggle, New York
Still gone bubble, 10304
[Inspectah Deck]
I'm form New York, City, Birth place of the gritty
Dog eat dog, Only Jake willing to work with me
Watch your drink before they lace your sizzurp with a mickey
Bodies will burn like dub sacks of purple sticky
Cojacks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements
The young guns put pressure on the made men
The fiends they'll cap you for your package
The mass act savage, Little sis selling her ass and tits
Your best friend will send shots to wet ya
The bad lands, Hammers on the waist bands the regular
Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime
Cause ain't no nine to five for two time felons
And little man wanna be just like me
The saddest thing is he just might be
With a life as Christopher Walken, King of New York 'em
Resort to talking when the heat is on 'em, breathing on 'em
[Hook 2X: Inspectah Deck]
There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide
There's no one to trust so keep a gun on your side
Just do as the Roman's if you wanna survive
I guess that's how it go in N.Y
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