[Intro: Styles P] New York City and New York gritty They was lyin' if they told you that New York pretty Better stay up on your hustle, stay New York witty Forever, make a move, though New York with me [Chorus: Dave East & Styles P] Yeah, more paper than I can count New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce Cut from a different cloth, there ain't no calmin' me down No need for no introduction 'cause we the hardest in town, uh More paper than I can count New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce Cut from a different cloth, there ain't no calmin' me down No need for no introduction 'cause we the hardest in town, uh [Verse 1: Dave East] The one's ain't got sh** to talk about always speak the most It's East and Ghost, a brick of coke and a key of dope Black hoodie jump out that sprinter and you could see the smoke They don't check the artists it's on me, right underneath my coat Suspended license on my way to Yonkers, speedin' Scared to sleep, every time I close my eyes, I see a demon I don't know 'bout you but we used to rob n***as for no reason, before I got famous You feel a weight, then come get even, I'm wreakin' Old or illegal, got dope for your needles, that sugar hill bag Sold to your auntie, sh** make me feel bad Couldn't get them Jordans to go to school, sh** made me real mad Signed to Def Jam talkin' pounds and I probably still grab You know what's up, the pistol black and the coke is cut This ain't a beanie, its a ski mask, I just rolled it up Champagne interior, Moet colored the Rover guts Now I'm on College drinkin' Deuce out a coconut [Chorus: Dave East & Styles P] More paper than I can count New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce Cut from a different cloth, there ain't no calmin' me down No need for no introduction 'cause we the hardest in town, uh More paper than I can count New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce Cut from a different cloth, there ain't no calmin' me down No need for no introduction 'cause we the hardest in town, uh [Verse 2: Styles P] Close to the edge, got that forty five close to your head You talkin' sh** but you ain't never spoke to the dead I like to chill and get wealthy, just smoke 'til I'm red You heard they gangsters, heard them n***as spoke to the feds But I ain't see the paperwork, I keep it quiet 'cause you know how the hater works It's Dark Force Vader work Choke a n***a way across the room, that's the way to work Starin' at the picture, seen the picture move Jumped in the picture, can you picture how I get to you? Told East, we could touch the book, make the scripture move Told East, we could touch a k**er, make a pistol move Ghost is still provin' sh**, I ain't got sh** to prove I could see the money play, send my sh** in large bills Know it as the Devil's game, understand it's God's field Every now and then, I just wonder how God feel You the card dealer, you should know how the cards feel Ghost, n***a [Chorus: Dave East & Styles P] More paper than I can count New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce Cut from a different cloth, there ain't no calmin' me down No need for no introduction 'cause we the hardest in town, uh More paper than I can count New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce Cut from a different cloth, there ain't no calmin' me down No need for no introduction 'cause we the hardest in town, uh