Chorus: 2X
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the knows)
G. Rap] New York, New York, the that never sleeps Bodies, covered in sheets, are layin in the streets Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the slangin rocks and holdin glocks from the cops to get props You gotta split a top, on the or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by competitor Gunshots throughout the city like thunder, no wonder Another brother six under You know it no jokin when the streetlights are broken So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin Step out of line, I hope you got nine gun son The Smith and Wess', you better press (word up) or make a run for it too many to tackle The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice a Snapple So even though I rap I to stay strapped act up I back up (PI-YAH) I bust a cap inside your hat Don't even with them hoes, the swinger that you chose just might be down with the foes, only the shadow And ain't no lollipop, lollipop here only the shottie pops (BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies The gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin The (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass on his back The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's that
[Kool G. Today's headlines, nigga dead Six to the and fo' to the head Followed the red bitch in the bed full of A case and now the place is filled with Feds Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of Two ounces of coke's caught in the of his coat So, another brother caught the ultimate with out brains, to drop stains on his eyes Dazed as I sit back and watch the two news Watchin his goin through all the boo-hoos You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are deeper Nothin in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper Police are ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots The cops he fell victim to laws on the street So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the meat Seal off the with yellow tape, draw the white chalk around the body now the has to motivate One more outlaw, was murdered on the for the green at the age of seventeen
[Kool G. the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets I niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep Six feet deep, where I'm goin if I'm slippin Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the in Now the first nigga to run up, here they come up the block hardrocks with glocks holdin they guns up I buck, I buck, and I struck one in the chest Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to But now I got mo' niggaz, pullin triggers Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga But who got the biggest strap? bustin bigger caps? My BOOM BOOM against they PAP PAP PAPS No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a I reloaded the shot and another motherfucker Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets at me I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm Shit gets kinda when I got bulletholes near me I went between two cars, lettin off the pound I see another fallin down to the ground Quick I run up on him I don't think that he's dead Standin his ass I put two more inside his head That's three down, only got one nigga to go I to send his ass to the gravedigger so I lay low in the cut and wait for to slip up Nearly shot my whole up, I got one more slug to rip up over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out Boom, let the lead out, a piece of his brain dead out the back of his head, now dead, because he fell face down right on the motherfuckin that he dwelled
2.5X