50 Cent - NY lyrics

[50 Cent] Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; n***a I ain't playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y You gon' cause my next felony f**in 'round, I get the Mac blowin My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on Gran turismo, Masi', I just lean back on 'em Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em n***a get in the way I'll bang the strap on him Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em I'm comin for a n***a HEAD when I black on 'em [Hook: 50 Cent] It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; n***a I ain't playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; n***a I ain't playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y [50 Cent] I hate when you n***as do sh** then make me ask why If you the homie why you wanna go and testify? Why you wanna see a n***a get the chair and fry? I'll grow old in the yard starin' at the sky Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies? And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories? Why is the question I ask sh** was all good when you were splittin' up stacks That sh** you told the people got 'em under max Now why, would you wan' do some sh** like THAT? When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die! [Hook]