Haddy Racks - New York Gritty lyrics

[Chorus] Yankee fitted worn in my hometown Coke get bought in my hometown n***as snitching all in my hometown Going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds [Verse 1] n***as mommas crying cause n***as dying, foes a steam ya clothes and press you it's the iron I'm from where you can't keep ya eyes closed, fiends s**ing that gla** dick they dying slow All day is dinner time, Timberland constructions for the winter time My man came home he did 25, my other man going down for a homicide No cops we just protect our zone n***as, go out of town and make second homes Lil shawties a pull the pound, news cameras don't even come around White Nikes and white tees, side b**hes better than wifeys Bad b**hes will do u shiesty, Hennessy bottles and Arizona ice teas Come through fronting and get ya sh** tooken, cheese sandwiches, cold night in central bookings n***as doing scams and getting richer, where all the party promoters is f**ing all the b**hes n***as know my tribe thorough, shouts to Westchester shoutout to the five boroughs You don't know what to do until you under pressure, 'cause growing up in New York is a hell of a tester [Chorus x 2] Yankee fitted worn in my hometown Coke get bought in my hometown n***as snitching all in my hometown Going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds [Verse 2] Add up the paper, the hate I just minus, n***as be faking they cloggin' my sinus See it I live it, I rap, I recite it, with no pen and no pad I don't usually write it Micheal Jordan was born here, Pistol Pete left his two guns drawn here Shoutout to the family, Boonie welcome home my n***as what we planning B? R.I.P. Billy the Kid, news cameras documenting the way that we live I'm in Mitchell projects shout out the locs, and we don't do drive bys, my n***as get up close No monkey sh** that youngy click'll smoke you with the hammer, catch a body be on the run and jet out to Atlanta I'm telling y'all we never brawlin', New York we don't catch bodies we clap them and let them fall Biggie laid his first song here, Rocafella, Ruff Ryders was born here Shea Stadium, Brooklyn Nets, Madison Square, Rucker Park, Dyckman it all started here Don't go no where with out ya nina, we heading straight to Sin City after La Marina Going thru a chick's hood is problems, so don't go unless you got the hammer and some condoms Uhh you n***as know my tribe thorough, shouts to Westchester, shout out to the five boroughs You don't know what to do until you under pressure, 'cause growing up in New York is a hell of a tester