La The Darkman - N.Y., N.Y. lyrics

[La the Darkman] My street filled with guns, snakes, crack and buddha Fake a** women, and tech, sharpshooters Drinkin' Tangeray drunk, they slam the lobby door Uneducated thugs, with nothing to live for Grew up, holdin' steel to acquire a mil' Cuz bullets prevent life like birth control pills Who keep it real? Cut you open like a Navy SEAL My n***as had bricks and whips, since Bill Build And it's nothin', I really don't do no stuntin' In my hood, muthaf**as get shot for frontin' And I'mma witness to that, seen them pistols react Fire comin' from the barrel, as I'm snappin' back Leave your a** layin' flat, as a welcome mat Think it's a game, til you hear them sh**s go BRRAT BRRAT-BRRAT, and it dont' stop there n***as rarely run, even when the cops appear [Chorus 2X: La the Darkman] New York, we sling d** out of bodegas New York, hustlers, thieves, crooks and beggars New York, fly planes through buildings, my pleasure New York, come to your town, take your whole treasure [La the Darkman] From Brooklyn to L.A., out to Michigan Had so much coke, thought I was Dominican Then I got greedy, and started robbin' again You heard the stories, about Al 'Po, Rich and them Same sh**, different characters, for that asparagus I'mma real bulldog, like Jim Harrick was Breakin' all the laws, like he was taught It ain't abouot breakin' rules, it's about gettin' caught You heard of Vinny the Chin, remember John Gotti? Or Carlo Gambino, and all the n***as that they bodied For that paper work, we lay you in the dirt Fully dressed, chain, watch and nice shirt I gives a f** about material sh** Cuz you can't take it with you, after your brain split Except in your casket, you still lookin' good At you funeral, dead, as will, you should [Chorus 2X]