Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where It Started At (NY), artist - Hi-Tek. Album song Hi-teknology - Volume 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Where It Started At (NY) |
Where do I start? |
Let’s see what they wanna hear |
Let me see where I started at |
Hood cats are part of where it started at, no doubt |
We hustle hard to keep the shark’s fear, yeah |
For the score go to war like a jar head, Hi-Tek |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City |
With a first hello |
Got a lot of heart, best part is I’m clever too |
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke |
Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder |
Ari, haze, diesel, sour |
Dust Juice, Lucy’s, turbans, kufi’s |
Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy |
Tellin' in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life |
Everything is good in my bank except cop dice |
Harlems, Jordans, the hood can’t afford them |
So they bootleg them now everybody sport them |
Dorms, cells, packages, mail |
Warrants, bails, every thing’s real now |
Let me see where I started at |
Hood cats are part of where it started at |
We hustle hard to keep the shark’s fear |
For the score go to war like a jar head |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
(Hi-Tek, Hi-Tek, Papoose Papoose) |
With a first hello |
All I got is my word and my nuts, man, I got Brooklyn in my balls |
So you could see bed-stuy if you lookin' in my draws |
Always talkin' 'bout you ballin', look you wanna ball |
Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall |
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low |
I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer |
Pap ripped the Desi till that clip is empty |
Man, I’ll have black buried in the cemetery |
Go 'head get your fetti but you better tell Holmes |
Messin' with me will get black buried like a cell phone |
Punks pay dues, not me I pay attention |
Call it New York 'cause we keep reinventin' |
Let me see where I started at |
Hood cats are part of where it started at |
We hustle hard to keep the shark’s fear |
For the score go to war like a jar head |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
With a first hello |
Who flipped the vocabulary? |
Shadow my adversary |
Buss 'em like vocabulary, roaches and rats in every corner |
When it’s warmer but New York is used to that already |
Manhattan built the cemeteries where the blacks is buried |
I take the Staten Ferry, I walk to Broadway |
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte |
Used to do this all day, burnin' in the project hallway |
Discussin' strategies in the court case |
I rock the North face cold like winter |
I’m from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word |
Fuck the talking, it’s a New York thing we aboard |
But all things considered we all kings, what? |
Let me see where I started at |
Hood cats are part of where it started at |
We hustle hard to keep the shark’s fear |
For the score go to war like a jar head |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |
(My nigga, my nigga, whattup? Tek, you did it again, nigga) |
(Word up, I love that) |
With a first hello |
Ayyo, yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast |
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast |
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace? |
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC |
Proud and have the hood stylin' good talent most of us tellin' |
Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin' |
Can’t get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it |
Schemin' on somethin' green, we eagles on the chef found it |
While I take a trip back my first little pack |
Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin' crack |
Baggin' like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off |
We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets |
Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white |
I had this white girl who work for me wipin' pipe |
Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily |
Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board |
Let me see where I started at |
Hood cats are part of where it started at |
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear |
For the score go to war like a jar head |
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York |