Nas - Talk Of New York lyrics

Yo [Verse 1:] Yo The trains are New York Veins The cities a psycho People are the blood stream Mean and ice cold Laid back Counter clockwise The dice roll Yank hats Gang flags Plane crash Ground Zero No lost angels Ain't you from my from my man's and them area? It's good to meet you Ya man did 20 years for some FILA sneakers right True Had the 560 benz Light blue Where ed shot himself in the stomach Smoke the dust He let the culture culture bust Back when we took the D train uptown Shante and her whole crew Groovy hair style Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts Gold teeth smirks At mark 125th Hope the heat work Few numbers I bagged Then caught a cab back To Jamaica Ave by the library Seen the part of shabazz [Hook:] New New York New York York York (all to those who live in Queens know just what I"m talking) New New York New York York York (all to those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talking) New New York New York York York (all to those that live in Harlem know just what I'm talking) New New York New York York York (all to those from South Bronx know just what I'm talking) [Verse 2:] Skate Key Empire USA Rooftop 2 O'clock Skates off break north To the rink Minks Springfield in Newark The 6 borough Jerz Car jack city The GW bridge The Coop City Popo's hot Glocks in your Benzy box Stash And we move fast Dropped off Miss Pretty Shakes her a** to the building Knowing I just k**ed it Dudes in front of her door blocks her entrance Asking her "who she been with?" She laughs "mind ya business" Tinted windows Pop dutches with box cutters Drop brothers off at comstock to see locked brothers Hick town up in New York State Jakes Hate a black New York face Jumping out the phantom with the Baps Planet of the Apes With the hammers on her waist Gorillas in the tristate of [Hook:] [Verse 3:] It dont matter if I been out of town Cigar lounge Doing rounds of tequila Soon as I touch down In NYC streets The heat is on The Talk Who said what I catch up on The New Teflon Don Who got they d**h bond Who still stable Where beef got squash at the round table Who still holding it Who hanging with snitches Couple of Zulu's from back in the days who still up in clinton No more hand shakes fake arm swing See if your flinching Need to hold something thats mention in every n***a sentence When I get it you got it D's went up in the project Bail a couple of homies out No doubt Ferrari's in the summer When its the hummer Or the turtle top band satellite Spilling drinks Hitting potholes with savage types Club 17 marque The team flash Next day hit the spas and the steam bath Knock out this business Do some promo Make paper in the grind capital Sign a graph then hit the hood See the folks reminisce on how it was In the most powerful city that i love NEW YORK