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Turn the up, yeah

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right
I them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her knees so she know it's like to pray
She got religious so she it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice
When you got money on yo it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put ice away
locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker a whole church up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body to bones
Just remember who casted the first
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your
Cause I'm a golden state strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense magic and aids
shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, traffic today
Niggas trappin' just like back in the day
We like records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit today
We got these niggas boxed in cassius clay
And my belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too blacks today
I wake up in the morning who gon' pass away?
Who blast today? who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga haze him and his wife away