NYC Shine DJ Kay Slay (Ft. Joell Ortiz, Sauce Money & Sheek Louch)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Gun on my waist, hand on my whip, blunt lit
Bitch on my dick, I love this shit, it's obvious
Young nigga ready to blast
[?]
The home of Biggie and Hova
You can put us in any state, we taking it over
Oil in my trippy stick, getting me higher
Lox still making hits after [?] done retired
Strip club poppin, Slay put the magazine bitches in the game
Now they yelling his name
We quick to pull the raiser out our mouth
And hell yeah, I show love to the south
How you think my niggas eating?
It ain't from no Def Jam meeting
These record labels taking a beating
This New York nigga, no competing

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
The [?] skyscrapers
But your plain land in Queens next to Nas' neighbors
Your hotel in Brooklyn [?]
But so is them projects where niggas vialate ya
Laugh now, cry later when that iron blaze ya
You in a concreet jungle, I'm a lion tamer
I travil with animals that attack rappers
Smack backwards with the ass of a black ratchet
I'm from where we backflip on a trash mattress
Chasing bitches through the hood till they asmatic
I'm still flippin on these crab matic
[?] they just run slower in my tax bracket
I'm in the city of dreams, but I don't live in a dream
Cause the second you doze off, niggas dip in your jeans
So my shotty is nose off
In my nickle plated motherfucking [?] machine