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