DJ Kay Slay - Out in New York lyrics

Out in New York, Out Out in New York Yeah, GreekFest, the home of Summer Jam Out in New York, Out Out in New York Yeah, A gym star scale a hundred grams Out in New York, Out Out in New York The home of America's Most Wanted Man [Nas Sample] The crackheads's talkin, load mouths talkin Hoe, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin Out in New York [verse 1: Papoose] Walked in the store and swallowed some of the Henny Then I pa**ed to the bottle guzzlers 50 box 50 straight, I was playin my lotto numbers My money on the counter Thats when I spotted some of the wild animal essence They drama lovers, but when the lil homie see Pap they holla Thuga! Popi try to tell me I ain't pay him, stop it brotha I grinds for mines. I'm out the gutta Man I'm comming straight Out in New York What you think I'm some kinda s**a? Oh you tryin to hustle me, You think you some kind of hustler He said I'm not your brotha I reached my hand over the counter and punched em You call me a counter puncher How you gon' let them tell you he press me? When you know I woulda got at em Quick like Nestle Any man on God's Earth disrespect me I bet you I put the beats on like a MP [Chorus] Out in New York, Out Out in New York Yeah, GreekFest, the home of Summer Jam Out in New York, Out Out in New York Yeah, A gym star scale a hundred grams Out in New York, Out Out in New York The home of America's Most Wanted Man [Nas sample] The crackheads's talkin, load mouths talkin Hoe, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin Out in New York [verse 2: Papoose] Firecrackers, Jumpin Jacks, I make ya block look the 4th of July Skyrockets, Roman Candles, Blockbusters, I turn ya block to the 4th of July Bust guns like fireworks, Tottin them thangs Put the 380 in ya mouth and open ya brain The art of war stakes know the terrain We use to stuff m80 in payphones and blow out the change Back when CrissCross had the backwords jeans I was around with maxium things n***a screamin they bringin the town back They fat, I'm lean They don't know how with they whack regime I'ma bring it back borough by borough Pap supreme, After I bring Brooklyn I'm commin back for Queens Speak the facts when rap, my raps is mean I just give you the facts like a fax machines [Chorus] Out in New York, Out Out in New York Yeah, GreekFest, the home of Summer Jam Out in New York, Out Out in New York Yeah, A gym star scale a hundred grams Out in New York, Out Out in New York The home of America's Most Wanted Man [Nas sample] The crackheads's talkin, load mouths talkin Hoe, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin Out in New York [verse 3: Papoose] Paper chase, I never seen money chase n***as Got focused and money came quicker I'm a .38 gripper Write songs but he paint pictures Open the bottle and let my tummy taste liquor I don't watch DVDs, I study grey scriptures I get tired at lookin at all these funny face n***as They ain't gettin they hair dirty, They too scarey They hire real n***as to do it, They too leary I don't let them fools near me, you hear me? Them cowards will put money on ya head like the tooth fairy They play dice too much they abuse the grind Now they bettin work, so they shottin for dimes Takin they j**ls off, now they shottin for shines After they loose that they wanna use they .9 But not around me, I keep them dudes in line I tell em loose ya money don't loose ya mind