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styles p - nyc lyrics

[intro]
sounds society, poobs, ghost, a lil’ homage to new york
rap
i know i missed a couple of y’all i got ya next one

[verse 1]
i’m gettin high with my fam ron
b-tch you ‘gon suck it or not?! i’m like cam’ron
(huh!?)
’cause i’m ballin like jones is
bandana like santana, where the zone is (ay!!)
n-gg-s lucky i ain’t flip yet (lucky!)
i’m on my sh-t like dipset (dipset! dipset!)
and i ain’t rich like 50, but i know many men that
really wanna hit me (many men!)
top of new york like yayo (g-g-g) start it up like
banks do
yeah i shoot you or shank you (i’ll shoot you!)
and then after that thank you (thank you bruh!!!)
terror squad like joe crack (ts!!!)
hit you with a pack and you better bring that dope
back!!!
(you better bring that dope back!) it’s flipmode like
busta (flipmode!)
light the spliff one minute before i cut ya

[chorus]
i ride and get high to n-y-c (ride!)
the illest compet-tion the flyest colleagues (ill!!!)
i was born here so why would i leave?! (why?)
the mecca pf rap birth the god mc’s (birth!)
i ride and get high to n-y-c (ride!)
the illest compet-tion the flyest colleagues (ill!!!)
i was born here so why would i leave?! (why?)
the mecca pf rap birth the god mc’s (mecca!)

[verse 2]
let’s have a minaj like nicki, you know i get red like
cafe (i get red!)
gotta a uncle that’ll murda and, all he do is play
b.i.g. and the last dayz
and let it fly like maino (let it fly!)
lil’ n-gg- i’ll make you drink draino (drink that!!!)
i got gunz like corey, godson with fred but that’s
another story (that’s another story)
cocaine city like frenchy, polo head, like vado
h-ll like rell, wavy like biggavell (wavy)
back on the ave when i used to move them bottles
anything to keep them lights on (anything!)
do a stretch, comin back, just like mysonne
if i know you i never heard of you (either or?!)
cause i’m like mook i’ll murda you

[chorus]
i ride and get high to n-y-c the illest compet-tion the
flyest colleagues
i was born here so why would i leave?!
the mecca pf rap birth the god mc’s
i ride and get high to n-y-c the illest compet-tion the
flyest colleagues
i was born here so why would i leave?!
the mecca pf rap birth the god mc’s

[verse 3]
i’m ill like frank white, nas, jay-z, rae and ghostface
(i’m ill)
the whole wu-tang, black rob and the old mase
cnn, m.o.p, mobb deep too, or whatever whatever n-gg-
when i.c.u (whatever n-gg-!)
fabolous, like loso, like ortiz yo yaaowa when you see
po’ po’
whattup now y-o to bucktown, i get it in like my n-gg-s
that’s on bucktown
i got it in when mcgruff was runnin uptown (uh huh)
or big l, light a big l, lifestyle’s mob style know
what the kids sell (know that!)
the metal might part your chest from the ghetto
with sheek and jada and dark man x (yonkers!!!)
still conscious like kweli and mos def (conscious)
a kool g., no movie run the city like diddy and i’m fly
go ask groovy

[outro]
friend or foe, compet-tion or colleague, i salute ya
n-gg-s, i love this city
i know it’s alot of n-gg-s i missed, i’ll get you on
another one though
i just wanna salute where i’m from
ride to this sh-t! light a blunt to yout sh-t n-gg-!
i ain’t forget all you old school n-gg-s neither man i
salute y’all
i came up on y’all i got ya on another, another one too
you know
f-ck..i’m out……….

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