DJ Premier - New Yorkie lyrics

[Intro: Oscizzy] Pull up to the brib [Jay Em] Lets sipp [Oscizzy] You already [Both Oscizzy & Jay Em] Your f**ing girl [Hook: Oscizzy] New York, New York, New York p**y n***as out here with the f**in' talk And you know that you all soft so you better start to walk 'fore we pull up in the horse and we light you with the torch [Verse 1: Oscizzy] I'mma k** a n***a racing in his hatchback 'till you f**ing scratch that, send it to his snapchat Reaching for the gat peeking through the knapsack so I get the last laugh coming from the gas mask Of course I'll have his b**h blowing like a bag pipe Know I get the cash right, I don't have to ask twice All these p**y n***as squeaking like they mad mice, when we heard that mix tape and it wasn't even that nice Word to moms, man this album's a sin since I lift the pen in my song kith and kin True Religion, superstition, n***as spitting venom When you out in the street move with intuition And then they say that I'm the craziest in cla** still It's all fun and games until you get your caps peeled And if you starting jack with a high school quarterback, better check your underwear so you don't get a blister pack All your man does in the gym is f**in' jumping jacks, hit the sack when his f*ggot a** gets a heart attack And brush his teeth cause he's got a little dental plaque from the cracker jacks that made his breath take you aback