(Hook)
Bring em up dead!
And you say New York City
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
Bring em up dead!
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
Bring em up dead!
(Verse)
We dump lead like britter
Mutate ninjas with shells, no shread and no splinter
Hit you in the leg if you turn sprinter
We corner store break winners, no face in the dead of winter
Know it’s runnin, block hunger, snap a picture
I show you how to do this, son
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Turn an 8-ball into a pool table that will fill up yo pockets in 6 months
Twist blunts, wishin I could go back just once
Man I miss the whole New York, I f** around and get fronts
You kids front like you tough but you snitchin me
Do anything to get out of them cuffs like magicians
Everybody adapt but get anybody a nap
And the crowd screamin way, I give body his fat
I joke about it cuz I lived it then I wrote about it
Flowed about it, hopped on stacge, did some shows about it
But I’m not these rapper n***as, dog I’m so about it
Little argument on prior hook, that’s how I go about it, word though
I turn you burn woah, easy on the brain
Slurp slow girl, I’m swerving, I don’t wanna hit the curve yo
That’s the perks though, I get a couple bands
Ice flood a couple bands, every time I let a verse go
I’m on the low called cheatin,
All this bread got this wolf iron mom but you be clingin to that bed
I’m not makin damn time and duck er
(Hook)
Bring em up dead!
And you say New York City
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
Bring em up dead!
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
Bring em up dead!
(Verse)
I’m from the home of the homeless
Nobody wanders chromeless, police try to regulate
But we on this, fiends don’t want loafers
Toes frozen, slidin through the snow just to try to sell they sofas
Hocus pocus, you disappear from all that smoking
That lone ride rock is more than potent
It’s so controlling
And we in so control
I’m on dough, you fall, you scared like totem pole
The hoes grope your pole and shooters on payroll
You ready to rock and roll, ain’t hoppin out patrol cars no more
But it ain’t sweet now
You graduated, now them feds wanna speak hah?
What’s wrong? Cat got yo tongue?
Well keep it shut, all my alley cats will scratch at yo gums
Do the crime, gotta eat that time soldier
Ain’t that up, bay boy slide time is over
I got roughed up by them roughers
f**ed up motherf**ers
Escape hoppin em gates and scuffed up all my chuckers
And I’m still runnin, but not from sh** nah
I just been on that sh** and run, n***a I run sh**
You old a** n***as hatin cuz yo son flipped
Whenever he hear that yower after the drum hit
Yo slum b**h give you a cum kiss
I kneep a bad young b**h that squirt when I f** er, feel like she cum piss
I tell Shawty s** my soft dick and…
(Hook)
Bring em up dead!
And you say New York City
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
Bring em up dead!
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
Bring em up dead!
You’re mine, that’s all my pride
You’re mine, that’s all my pride