Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ny 4 Life, artist - Havoc. Album song The Kush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Ny 4 Life |
| These niggas acting like a nigga never paid his dues |
| But all the while, these faggots would of walked up in my shoes |
| Exotic whips, they see me in, they think it’s fun and games |
| Like I ain’t have to struggle on the corner slinging 'caine |
| Crackhead short with it, pay me when it first came |
| And bet that ass that I was on 'em when the first came |
| A far cry from the fortune and the fucking fame |
| Snot nose rappers coming at me, is you fucking playing? |
| I got a icebox where my heart used to be |
| Shit, we can get into some gangsta shit, it’s cool with me |
| Been through it all, ain’t that much that you can do to me |
| I feel you baby, you just fronting for publicity |
| Front page pose for this nine milli' |
| I suppose, you know how it go, don’t act silly |
| With a blow, leave 'em froze, yeah, it’s a cold city |
| Only fucks with my homeys, stood in the cold with me |
| Now pour the Henny |
| Don’t worry 'bout me, I’m right where I’m 'posed to be |
| Mad at me, cuz they not where they think they should |
| I’m here, I’m there, I’m in your hood |
| Late night creeping, cuz you know I could |
| And if we get it on, then it’s meant to be |
| I’m smiling at the judge, when he sentenced me |
| My IQ high, ain’t no testing me |
| Straight N.Y., nigga, every breath of me |
| The money and the drugs, freak hoes or the whips |
| I’m a boss, I can recognize how real the shit could get |
| CSI got 'em bugging, I ain’t leave a fucking print |
| Not a shell, I ain’t even tell my bottom ass bitch |
| If the world could talk, probably clap before the walls could talk |
| Call me crazy, Don Bishop in this muthafucka, boy |
| Get it right, get it twisted, they be knocking down your door |
| Early morn', at ya mama house, praying to the lord |
| What my baby done did now, your baby ain’t a baby |
| He done left a nigga down, loyal money, no bomb |
| Quick he need a speedy trail, call my dunny, need to find out |
| Who running they fucking mouth, find that muthafucka |
| Cuz you know we gotta take 'em out, I ain’t trynna sit around |
| Seeing how it plays out, I need some answers |
| And I need 'em for the days out, for they hammer ass |
| Up in super max, no breaking out |