Angel Haze - New York (Loadstar Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Angel Haze] Uh I'm running, running through the jungle Running like a slave through the underground tunnel Told y'all n***as that I'd get these b**hes Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches I am lyrical intrusion You b**hes can't see me like I'm really an illusion I hop up on your face and do my motherf**ing two-step Till I knock the meat out like a motherf**ing toothpick Uh, I'm nasty n***a, like Nas, like Kim, like Ca**ie pictures Like I'm f**ing Chris Stokes or that Raz-B n***a Or the skin on the feet of a ashy n***a I am whatever they say I am Bumping like the a**es on them thick b**hes at Stadium f** them other b**hes I sound better in the place of them I k**ed this sh**, this the motherf**ing requiem [Hook: Angel Haze] Sick b**h, chicken noodle soup face Calls from overseas like a motherf**ing crusade Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt Rooftop Brooklyn, made this sh** in Covert I run New York, I run New York [Verse 2: Angel Haze] I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon That went missing from a dungeon Y'all a bunch of n***as getting trippy off of nothing Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee I'm satan, and I'm a take your a** to church now Running my fields and you midgets on your first down I love it when these b**hes know I'm better than them Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from them I'm a fire in the midst of a forest 'round b**hes And I rap elliptical orbits round b**hes Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, b**hes And you b**hes are lyrically Like some f**ing down syndrome, no offence No shade 'n all, but y'all b**hes on knees like babies crawl You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid Yeah I hear you, don't talk b**h, do [Hook: Angel Haze] Sick b**h, chicken noodle soup face Calls from overseas like a motherf**ing crusade Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt Rooftop Brooklyn, made this sh** in Covert I run New York, I run New York I run New York, I run New York [Verse 3: Angel Haze] I'm lyrical and I'm general Take shots, but never subliminal Don't stop, continue on running around But never in intervals, can't stomach the sh** that I'm fin'na do Ya'll n***as want the sh** that I'm giving you If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you I'm like Scorpion, b**h I will finish you Make it nasty, real, real nasty Why you b**hes running like you will get past me? Won't happen, you b**hes could get on, when I'm off it Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin It's just me, myself and I Talk tough sh** and I'm a beat you till you die Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be That's why sh** make your sh** seem lighter than Heavy D [Hook: Angel Haze] Sick b**h, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherf**ing crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt Rooftop Brooklyn, made this sh** in Covert I run New York, I run New York I run New York, I run New York