dj kay slay - nyc shine lyrics
feat. sheek louch, joell ortiz & sauce money
(verse)
gun on my waist, hand on my whip, bluntly
b-tch on my d-ck, i love this sh-t, it’s obvious
young n-gg- ready to blast, sk-nky days, willie burger touch of cl-ss
the home of biggie & hov
you could put us in any state we takin’ it ova
oil in my trippy stick gettin’ my higher
lox still making hits after geda retired
strip club poppin’, slay put the magazine b-tches in the game
now they yellin’ his name
we quick to pull a razor out our mouth
and h-ll yeah i show love to the south
how ya think my n-gg-s eatin’?
it ain’t from no death jam meetin’
these record labels takin’ the beatings
this new york, n-gg-, no competing
(hook)
dam, pack, boom, new york city
(verse)
yeah, they fly in to see the skyscr-pers
but yo plane land in queens next to naz neighbors
the hotel in brooklyn made of bar clay
but so is them projects where n-gg-s violate ya
laugh now, cry later when that iron blaze ya
you in a concrete jungle, i’m a lion tamer
i travel with animals that attack rapidly
snap back with the axe of a black ratchid
i’m from where yo back leaped on a trash matrice
chasing b-tches thru the hood till they -ssmatic
still flippin’ on these crabmatics
chasing fat -sses, they just run slow and my tax bracking
i’m in the city of dreams, but i don’t live in a dream
just the second you doze off, n-gg-s dig in yo jeans
i’mma shatter your nose off, and my nickelplated motherf-cker rips the machine
(hook)
dam, pack, boom, new york city
(verse)
backstabbers and betrayals, i made it thru that
plottin’ to off yo own man, how could you do that?
addicted to killer sh-t, but never for the thrill of it
any conversation with us is all gorilla sh-t
word, no need to fill ’em out to begin
locate the snake and peel ’em out of his skin
two shots, 4.fifth, no jams to allude us
the senses at the crime scene, two different shooters
what he different? sticking his chest out like hootas
got pros with macs if i put you in the book
get yo repetation, or how you put it in
just because you get busy, it won’t take you off the hook
l. mike smurk, cause he can see the lines
mens might go to work when he read my eyes
green is the sleeper, we dig a lot deeper
that quiet n-gg- that’s with ya, the body language is on speaker
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