Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York, artist - Angel Haze. Album song Dirty Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
New York |
| Uh |
| I’m running, running through the jungle |
| Running like a slave through the underground tunnel |
| Told y'all niggas better get these bitches |
| Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches |
| I am lyrical intrusion |
| You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion |
| I hop up on your face and do my motherfucking two-step |
| Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick |
| Uh, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures |
| Like I’m fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga |
| Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga |
| I am whatever they say I am |
| Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium |
| Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them |
| I killed this shit, this the motherfucking requiem |
| Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face |
| Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade |
| Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt |
| Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert |
| I run New York, I run New York |
| I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon |
| That went missing from a dungeon |
| Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing |
| Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee |
| I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now |
| Running my fields and you midgets on your first down |
| I love it when these bitches know I’m better than them |
| Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them |
| I’m a fire in the midst of a forest ‘round bitches |
| And I rap elliptical orbits round bitches |
| Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches |
| And you bitches are lyrically |
| Like some fucking down syndrome, no offense |
| No shade 'n all, but y’all bitches on knees like babies crawl |
| You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid |
| Yeah I hear you, don’t talk bitch, do |
| [Chorus] |
| Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face |
| Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade |
| Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt |
| Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert |
| I run New York, I run New York |
| I'm a lyrical criminal general |
| Take shots, but never subliminal |
| Don’t stop, ever continual |
| Running and running but never in intervals |
| Can’t even stomach the shit that I’m finna do |
| Y'all niggas want the shit that I’m giving you |
| If you front, I’m gon' put and end to you |
| I’m like Scorpion, bitch I will finish you |
| 'Make It Nasty', real real nasty |
| Why you bitches running like you will get past me? |
| Won’t happen, you bitches could get on, when I’m off it |
| Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin |
| It’s just me, myself and I |
| Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die |
| Ask why? |
| Because I’m better than you’ll ever be |
| That’s why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D |
| Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face |
| Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade |
| Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt |
| Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert |
| I run New York, I run New York |