[Intro]
This is New York
You know what the fuck goin' on
We in Bushwick we in Crown Height's we in Queens
We're everywhere nigga
We in all the stores (We in all the stores)
This is New York

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
You were already made aware
On the block serving [?]
So you know the money old
Put the pressure on 'em nigga
So you know he gonna fold
Woah, behold, the way I tote 'em poles, nigga better dig a hole
Rob or be robbed, sell or be sold
Two .45's catch a pussy nigga
And expose you
You been on Zolo mixed up with juice
If you disrespect my set
We ain't finna call truce
Bitch its too late
See your fate
It's disaster
Catch me in the hood collecting money like a pastor
Big .38 turn his brains to cake batter
Niggas ain't thugs, willies, or rapper dons
I get up in your bitch ass
Quick fast like Ramadan
Nigga R.I.P Biggie the rap phenomenon
I'm a real ass nigga, see the shit I'm scheming on?
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