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