Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NYC, artist - Faith Evans. Album song The King & I, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
NYC |
And we’ve waited through the suffering and pain |
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train |
That’s why I flip |
Keep a burner to my hip |
Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip |
Stay dip, take out of state trips |
Don’t drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip |
I’m a skipper, like a captain, rappin' is my speciality |
And the best is me |
You’re lucky I don’t run you over in the SUV |
And if you feel some kind of way you can S-M-D |
Me, Fizzy and the King, that’s a special three |
Far as money, less you work, the less you see |
Put hands on 'em, they just wanna S-U-E |
You could never do what I can do unless you me |
'Cause dog I’m a low cat |
I bring that dope back |
No matter how they feel about me, just let 'em know that |
I got love for New York City, New York City |
And they got love for me and B-I-G |
They always gon' hold us down |
We got that work in New York City |
Where they be talkin' real crass, all about the cash |
New York City, New York City |
And we’ve waited through the suffering and pain |
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train |
That’s why I flip |
Keep a burner to my hip |
Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip |
Stay dip, take out of state trips |
Don’t drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip |
I’m a skipper, like a captain, rappin' is my speciality |
And the best is me |
Remember me and you smokin' in the Lexus Jeep |
And you schoolin' me on how to bless these streets |
Told me to, «Get your money, Kiss, F these beefs» |
Get your paperwork right and you can catch these thieves |
The game is forever a part of me |
'Cause as far as NYC, I’m the main artery |
Nobody parallel or even half as smart as me |
You was just a draft pick, I was a lottery |
It’s still love |
I got love for New York City, New York City |
And they got love for me and B-I-G |
They always gon' hold us down |
We got that work in New York City |
Where they be talkin' real crass, all about the cash |
New York City, New York City |
And we’ve waited through the suffering and pain |
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train |
(Fizzy) |
And we’ve waited through the suffering and pain |
(Jada) |
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train |
(We got that work) |
And we’ve waited through the suffering and pain |
(We made it) |
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train |
(Get off me) |
And we’ve waited through the suffering and pain |
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train |
(We got that work, baby) |
(NYC) |
(Forever hold us down) |
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, Biggie |
(Love y’all) |
(Yeah) |