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j-formz - 718 lyrics

[intro: j+formz & (ac)]
oh sh+t, what’s good a!?
(coolin man, what’s good with you?)
i’m just chillin man, you know, same sh+t. where you comin from though?
(a meeting with the lawyer and sh+t.)
oh, no doubt, no doubt. yo, you got a light?
(yeah, yeah, just hold that…)
aight, come take a walk
(let’s go…)

[verse 1: j+formz]
we the home of the rangers, the giants, the jets
the knicks, the yankees, and motha f+ckin mets
dog, this city is the best, and it’s even the worst
you could be sleepin in the dirt for speakin the wrong words
in the pj halls, sh+t, all you smell is p+ss
subways is puke, and people try and sell you sh+t
round here, you got dough? you probably sniffin coke
or poppin pills, but if you don’t, you smoke
either that, or you supplyin it
cause we live to hustle, and if you got it, then somebody gonna be buyin it
in n.y., you see a cop? he might be deaded in a munute
why you think our area code got 187 in it?
but me? i just chill, i’m on my music sh+t
writin about the f+ck ups that’s still doin it
you got birds that blow d+ck and pigeons with no feet
in the city where we too busy livin, we don’t sleep
[chorus: next 1der]
718, it’s the land of the thug and the home of the brave
718, somebody always schemin somethin like every day
718, see them dudes on the corner? yeah, they movin that weight
718, this the home of the realness, new york, new york!

[verse 2: ac]
your 25th hour is approachin
your life’s like a roach, and my folks about to smoke it
i need the power, my weed is sweet and sour
ahead of my time, already rappin on top of the freedom tower
blaze a sack, cold gaze, my hand graze the strap
718, they say that we created rap
actually, we made the paper that made the map
so what y’all shiney motha f+ckas got to say to that?
i made a track, sampled rae, it hit the tapes like crack
so don’t question the time i put in or gave to stat
i show my borough love dun, that’s why they gave it back
they say the island sunk, but at least it stayed in tact
puerto rican with a nasty mouth
in n.y., f+ckin b+tches with they ass way out
underground, i’m waitin for my last day
until then, it’s like i’m in the halfway house
d+mn

[chorus: next1der]
[verse 3: kritikal]
new york city, i’m from it, and proud of it
my loud mouth runnin and makin the crowd love it
the big apple, everybody tryin to take a bite
city that doesn’t sleep, never say goodnight
not jersey, but some red lights, could make a right
and barbers out here be keepin the tapers tight
ground zero, itliano’s eatin heroes
and everybody act like they carryin six zeros
population: millions, cops k!llin civilians
terrorists fly airplanes into the buildins
there’s five boroughs, but everybody frogot
like wu+tang ain’t have staten sittin on top
can’t front on the dump, man, you see us from sp+ce
could bring it right back, all we need is one face
lookin in the mirror, i already know who
new york city, a place you should go to

[chorus: next1der]

[outro: kritikal & (j+formz)]
(araz, what up!?)
yeah, new york city baby! staten island! kritikal! tha dirtbagz! formz, ac, what’s the deal baby!?

- j formz lyrics

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