NY NY

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Ay Ayo, Em Did it again [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Nah, I can't play sax or pull a rabbit out a hat But I can cock back and blow your bladder out your back Take that, I'll show you lil niggas how to rap I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track I told 50, I was going to take it to the top Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot And my goons are loony, they strip you naked on the spot Ain't nobody scared in south Jamaica, but the cops And speakin' of cops, you niggas better stop squealing If I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million Call up the Ladens, have 'em Taliban the building On {Veteran's} Day so they don't blow up the {children} [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I roll up cause it's a hold up Ain't nothing funny stop smiling It be the reason the crowd piling Don't complain and die over a chain Bang, bang, gangrene, neighborhood game You know me, I'm slipper as them baggy sweets I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff All the hate is side-lining and they mad he next 'Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting It will be repeated thumping, if my finger push the button Just for bluffing, hit for nothing You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle is custom [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] I'm from New York, New York niggas die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of Febreze, at ease Ease up soldier, I pull up in the Rover Click-clack, ya whole life over Baking soda in your work they gon' buy it? Nope Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play