New York Shit

[Intro: Sheek Louch]

Hahaha

Ah, man

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

I got a nine on my waistline

I ain't thinkin’ 'bout you bitch ass niggas no more

You could help a nigga out, he gon' still talk shit

And turn around and want more

I ain’t thinkin' 'bout you (Get the fuck up out my face)

I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (When the last time we talked?)

I ain't thinkin' ’bout you (Nah, I ain’t need your number)

I ain't thinkin’ 'bout you (Monkeys out, nigga)

No more

Fuck around and get hit up (Facts)

Mom prayin' like, "Please, baby, get up" (Get up [?])

Niggas see your wounds, turn around and spit up

I ain't playin’, Donnie came to fuck shot up, shyeah

This is that raw shit, New York

Winter time in front of the store, shit

Burnin' my weed with a stashbox real close (What up, nigga?)

Ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (Feel a pulse)

Put your glass up, let's have a toast (Salute)

Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss, and Ghost (L-O-X)

We stay away from them corny rappers that do the most

Gangstas, our careers ain't even close (Shyeah)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Don't make me bust you, nigga

Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga

You let your feelings out when you drunk

Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, shyeah

Top of the mornin', gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin'

I had to talk to my young boy before he get life

Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Word, that's the same shit that I was sayin'

Gotta watch these niggas how these niggas be anglin'

Make 'em see stars so I start banglin'

Abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in

I said fuck me, I feel the same then

Talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends

Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties

'Spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty (Hip-hop royalty)

The crown secure and I got a tip (Word)

With the clips filled, the wrong word'll get you killed

Q.B. reppin', ain't a thing changed

Grown man, see y'all niggas out playin' kid games

Twenty-twenty comin', things realer than it ever been

People co-signin' shit y'all peddlin'?

Me and Sheek on a whole other wavelength

On point with it, let them fake nigga stay [?]

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Don't make me bust you, nigga

Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga

You let your feelings out when you drunk

Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, shyeah

Top of the mornin', gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin'

I had to talk to my young boy before he get life

Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Yeah, still keep guns in the panel

Shot him through his flannel out the pocket of my Louis camo

Niggas say what's up but can't stand you

We call 'em New York undercovers, them nigga's done been cancelled

You know me, a little Wraith, a hot bitch

Pharrell Chanel slides, I'm bumpin' that Pac shit

My daughter seen a squirrel, said, "Look, dad, a chinchilla"

Up in the Bronx, born killers, we been realer (Been realer)

I catch a body like that nigga shotty

Run up in your lobby with the mini shotty, body everybody

Black turtleneck, black [?]

Had to get me on the tax, Joe Crack's the black Gotti

I pop shit 'cause they can't stop me

Who, him? He can't rob me

Your bitch a damn thotti

You know these raps, they be physical

You could feel it though

I know they said it, but he live it though

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Don't make me bust you, nigga

Grew up together but I don't trust you, nigga

You let your feelings out when you drunk

Beef come, you run and hide like a fuckin' punk, shyeah

Top of the mornin', gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinkin' and yawnin'

I had to talk to my young boy before he get life

Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right