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haddy racks - new york gritty lyrics

[chorus]
yankee fitted worn in my hometown
c0ke get bought in my hometown
n-ggas snitching all in my hometown
going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds

[verse 1]
n-ggas mommas crying cause n-ggas dying, foes a steam ya clothes and press you it’s the iron
i’m from where you can’t keep ya eyes closed, fiends sucking that gl-ss d-ck they dying slow
all day is dinner time, timberland constructions for the winter time
my man came home he did 25, my other man going down for a homicide
no cops we just protect our zone n-ggas, go out of town and make second homes
lil shawties a pull the pound, news cameras don’t even come around
white nikes and white tees, side b-tches better than wifeys
bad b-tches will do u shiesty, hennessy bottles and arizona ice teas
come through fronting and get ya sh-t tooken, cheese sandwiches, cold night in central bookings
n-ggas doing scams and getting richer, where all the party promoters is f-cking all the b-tches
n-ggas know my tribe thorough, shouts to westchester shoutout to the five boroughs
you don’t know what to do until you under pressure, ’cause growing up in new york is a h-ll of a tester

[chorus x 2]
yankee fitted worn in my hometown
c0ke get bought in my hometown
n-ggas snitching all in my hometown
going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds

[verse 2]
add up the paper, the hate i just minus, n-ggas be faking they cloggin’ my sinus
see it i live it, i rap, i recite it, with no pen and no pad i don’t usually write it
micheal jordan was born here, pistol pete left his two guns drawn here
shoutout to the family, boonie welcome home my n-ggas what we planning b?
r.i.p. billy the kid, news cameras doc-menting the way that we live
i’m in mitch-ll projects shout out the locs, and we don’t do drive bys, my n-ggas get up close
no monkey sh-t that youngy click’ll smoke you with the hammer, catch a body be on the run and jet out to atlanta
i’m telling y’all we never brawlin’, new york we don’t catch bodies we clap them and let them fall
biggie laid his first song here, rocafella, ruff ryders was born here
shea stadium, brooklyn nets, madison square, rucker park, dyckman it all started here
don’t go no where with out ya nina, we heading straight to sin city after la marina
going thru a chick’s hood is problems, so don’t go unless you got the hammer and some condoms
uhh you n-ggas know my tribe thorough, shouts to westchester, shout out to the five boroughs
you don’t know what to do until you under pressure, ’cause growing up in new york is a h-ll of a tester

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