| Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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| We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
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| Blood spill around here and don’t care about court
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| Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short
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| Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play
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| Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way
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| And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
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| Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
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| But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
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| Take that, I’ll show you niggaz how to rap
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| I’m crack, that’s snowy white powder on the track
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| I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
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| Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
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| And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
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| Ain’t nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
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| And speaking’bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling
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| And if I get knocked, I’ll make bread on your head by the million
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| Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
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| so they blow up the building
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| Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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| We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
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| Blood spill around here and don’t care about court
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| Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short
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| Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play
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| Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way
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| And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
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| I roll up cause it’s a hold up Aint nothing funny stop smiling
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| It be the reason the crowd piling
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| Don’t complain and die over a chain
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| Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
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| You know me I’m slipper as them baggy sweets
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| I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
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| All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
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| Cause I got the bunny’s with them fatties yes
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| My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
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| It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
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| Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
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| You can bust him, it don’t matter the vehicle custom
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| Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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| We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
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| Blood spill around here and don’t care about court
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| Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short
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| Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play
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| Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way
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| And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
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| I’m from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
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| I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
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| Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
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| Click clack, ya whole life over
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| Baking soda and your work they go’buy it, nope
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| Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke
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| I’m back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
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| Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
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| Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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| We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
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| Blood spill around here and don’t care about court
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| Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short
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| Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play
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| Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way
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| And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NY NY , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп