Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NY, NY , by - Ice T. Song from the album 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NY, NY , by - Ice T. Song from the album 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопNY, NY |
| I represent from LA |
| All the way to (NY NY) |
| And when I get down |
| I get down here in LA |
| All the way to (NY NY) |
| And when I parley |
| I parley here in LA |
| All the way to (NY NY) |
| Touched the Iceberg baby |
| I’ll send you under like the Titanic |
| Gun fight romantic |
| Gigantic on the pages |
| Of the hustler trade |
| World reknown for my realness |
| Only the real will feel this |
| Stainless steel is |
| The straps that I’m copulating |
| Touch’em a lady (?) |
| Blow your hand off |
| African stand-off |
| The general |
| Ice the hardest mineral |
| Feel me, a gem correct |
| One thing that I got you’ll never get’s respect |
| I stick the pits on ya |
| I represent California |
| Home of the shooters |
| The looters |
| The drug movers |
| Girl barracuda |
| Set you up for the kill |
| Where you’re really not ballin unless you got 10 mill |
| I shine so bright I blind ya |
| Cross my crew, we’ll find ya |
| It’s a motherfuckin shame |
| My dominance to this game |
| I live for gun smoke aroma |
| Mack yo' bitch into a coma |
| Two hoes like Noah of every type |
| Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife |
| Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing |
| While half you busters in this damn game are still teething |
| Believe it if you say it enough that you’ll be it |
| You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it |
| I mean it, every word a brother say |
| Everyday a brother play, kid |
| I politic and parley |
| The fact is I practice |
| Camoflauge to this |
| R & B androgynous |
| Get the most play |
| So I get fly |
| Do a movie — quadruple my cash |
| You just went double platinum |
| Let’s see if you last |
| Every word that I say is documented and repeated |
| The truth is, I dropped the raw game, boy believe it |
| I’ve succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal |
| Bounced to the Bentley from the prime-it-up Regal |
| Like Biggie says, It’s unbelieveable |
| My street pull |
| You even play like step in my way |
| You’ll meet my people |
| I’ve been round the world ballin, did it all, what’s next? |
| While most of y’all busters on your first rolex |
| Been deep in the life kid, since 76 |
| Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks |
| Fix yourself if you’re broke fool, that ain’t my fault |
| The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented |
| Moves done illegally, carried out strategically |
| Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt |
| You lose it’s frightening |
| Hit with 10 indictments |
| Kiss your baby and your wife |
| You’re riding kites for life |
| Alot of y’all won’t feel me, but some of y’all do |
| I’ll move at least a half a mill of this before I’m through |
| That ain’t the most, but I’ve done this longer than you |
| Plus it ain’t my only gig, I’m still connected |
| With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket |
| Wicked |
| My stature when you’re in my rapture |
| Meet me on the street? |
| I’m the nicest brother you meet |
| Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme |
| You might think I’m lying, cool I like that |
| I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the Glock back |
| In your stomach, then I’ll smile again |
| Don’t want to be your enemy, I’d rather be your friend |
| Only the real win in the game, but what’s the prize? |
| Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies |
| Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain’t like you |
| The evil I’ve done, I’ve got lots of retribution to do |
| That’s an impossible task, cause every night the gats blast |
| So I look to the sky and ask |
| I’ve been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it |
| You got a problem, work through it |
| I love New York night, bright lights and action |
| I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin |
| I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw |
| You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras |
| Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live |
| Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P. I |
| Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it’s a well known fact |
| That true players play the whole map |
| And we play all the way to (NY NY) |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Sucks 2 Suck ft. Ice T | 2024 |
| Funky Gripsta | 2019 |
| O.G. Original Gangster | 2020 |
| Colors | 2006 |
| Last Wordz ft. Ice T, Ice Cube | 1992 |
| The Slayers Club ft. Onyx, Brand Nubian, M.O.P. | 2020 |
| 6 'N the Mornin' | 2013 |
| I'm Your Pusher / Pusherman | 2013 |
| Disorder ft. Ice T | 2002 |
| No Peace ft. Ice T, Powerlord Jel, Spice 1 | 2000 |
| Evil Ways ft. Ice T | 2018 |
| New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) | 2013 |
| It's On | 2019 |
| Gangsta Rap | 2020 |
| You Played Yourself | 2013 |
| I Ain't New Ta This | 1993 |
| I'm Your Pusher | 2014 |
| Girls L.G.B.N.A.F. | 2013 |
| Beat of Life ft. Ice T, Sandra Nasic, Trigga Tha Gambla | 2012 |
| Smash The Crowd ft. Ice T, PMD | 2020 |