Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Make It in NY, artist - Black Rob. Date of issue: 21.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Make It in NY |
| Can’t make it in New York… I dunno |
| Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you |
| Stop playing if the game’s too real for you |
| before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you |
| Steal for you, kill for you |
| Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you |
| Stop playing if the game’s too real for you |
| before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you |
| Steal for you, kill for you |
| I lost money in New York |
| Made money in New York |
| Little shorties had lost the grenades for me in New York |
| Respect the haters lov for me in New York |
| And blood is thicker than watr for me in New York |
| I survived in New York |
| Saved lives in New York |
| Get too big for your britches, you could die in New York |
| Coming up I watch dudes get money effortlessly |
| And come through with them new whips, paper game |
| Writing checks in large amounts |
| Take your life savings and your dough in your charge accounts |
| Three card, Josslers and mobsters, dope fiends and dustheads, and rastas |
| Nowadays we getting money so cautious |
| Shit was buckwil' back when Koch was in office |
| Dude so lawless, y’all know steak and swordfish pushing Lamborghinis and |
| Porsches |
| As long as there’s a sucker born every minute, we gonna get it |
| Screw the mayor governor, the president, us senate |
| Guess we coming through hat low windows tinted |
| Ya l still do the do but I do it like Frank Matthews |
| Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you |
| Stop playing if the game’s too real for you |
| before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you |
| Steal for you, kill for you |
| Uptown and downtown getting paper in two places |
| Shit the phantom put tips on shoelaces |
| Running in new faces weed and blow wherever you go |
| Blackjacks, kings, and aces |
| Even in jail, my time went fast, cats talking out they ass |
| About hitting me with consignment |
| What? |
| Talk’s of living all plush when |
| Dudes came home fucked up came up work construction |
| Whatever talent you got you can apply out in New York |
| Whatever you selling they gonna buy it |
| I can’t deny it a vic is a vic |
| Ask dudes pimping them chicks man, a trick is a trick |
| Man’s s’all gonna bring home paper to eat with |
| One learned how to do it sit back and peep shit |
| I was a student before I became a teacher |
| I know a preacher with about as much soul as a cheap pair of sneakers |
| Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you |
| Stop playing if the game’s too real for you |
| before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you |
| Steal for you, kill for you |