Chorus: 2X
Yo, you go, you gotta go, you gotta go (G: And aiyyo, you don't know, believe the ghetto 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 by the kids slangin rocks and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get You gotta split a top, on the or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by competitor Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no Another six feet under You know it ain't no jokin the streetlights are broken So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, 'loc Step out of line, I you got your nine gun son The Smith and Wess', you better press (word up) or a run for it there's too many to tackle The Big Apple'll put ass on ice like a Snapple So even though I rap I gots to strapped Niggaz act up I up (PI-YAH) I bust a cap inside your hat Don't even pose with hoes, the swinger that you chose might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here the shottie pops (BOOM) Now just sit back and the bodies drop The younger gunmen got the niggaz runnin The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the are comin to push a nigga wig back, and his ass flat on his back The ghetto knows, and it's like that
[Kool G. Today's headlines, nigga dead Six to the and fo' to the head the red bitch in the bed full of lead A drug-related case and now the place is with Feds Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two of dope Two of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat So, another caught the ultimate surprise with blown out brains, to drop stains on his Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two Watchin his family goin all the boo-hoos You lose, an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper Nothin left in the room for him, the Grim Reaper Police are takin ? snapshots, up some blooddrops out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots The cops knew he victim to laws on the street So they just, out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat Seal off the with yellow tape, draw the white around the body now the party has to motivate One more outlaw, was on the scene for the green Died at the age of
[Kool G. Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Six feet deep, that's where I'm if I'm slippin Steady cockin my cause I already got the clip in Now who's the nigga to run up, here they come up the block hardrocks with glocks rollin they guns up I buck, I buck, and then I one in the chest Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin Strays are off the bricks, zigga zigga But who got the strap? Who's 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 dropped another Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the comin at me Cause I won't be too happy a slug inside my nappy Two niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary Shit gets kinda scary when I got near me I went between two cars, off the quarter pound I see body fallin down to the ground I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead Standin over his ass I put two inside his head That's three down, only got one nigga to go I gots to send his ass to the so I lay low in the cut and for moneygrip to slip up Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more to rip up over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain out the back of his head, now he's dead, because he face down right on the motherfuckin that he dwelled
2.5X