Tabs - L.I. to N.Y. (remix) lyrics

I'm from L.I. straight out of N.Y Living life to the fullest so can't you tell I Don't give a f** cuz the world's to blame I got nothing to lose and all to gain So where you from? I'm from L.I. straight out of N.Y Living life to the fullest so can't you tell I Don't give a f** cuz the world's to blame I got nothing to lose and all to gain [Coal Cash] Hopped on a train, a lot of N.Y. it's all the same Thugs holding the reign while the beast the one to blame For the reign of flaming metal, but Hip-Hop more like a kettle Peddles ?? up in the corners so I bumped into the devil Island rebel breaking the level, malevolent vessel To spit on special people, upheaval to wrestle evil Leave you less than feeble when smashing your weasel chest With a legal arrest from all my people from east to west New York is stressed, rest on Long Island, with els reclining Pop bottles on virgin hymen, the version of urban rhyming Confine with these serpents signing to labels, ?? fables Unable to turn the tables, I cradle these fallen angels Unstable but all the angles and tangles strangle the truth The excuse in the proof you can't handle dangles the noose Til the roots run rampant with ramble you scramble through Use my youth and life as example, I gamble too But my boots have grown heavy as anvils, I trample through Execute it like a black ops commander with Rambo's moves In a groove just so hard to handle for ample fools Wrote the rules on a wic of a candle to burn out schools Got the tools I could use to dismantle the industry Drop the j**els of a vandal and handle it instantly Cuz it fuels me with ammo verse their Nano-technology They got light bending camo with a ?? threat probably Repped by economy commonly kept til d**h Taste the breath from our flesh and there's no one left to honor me I might be on beats speaking heat from the deep Through the darkness I creep, shake your carca** from its sleep Cuz it's heartless in the streets and the beast is watching I stay dodging the police, cuz them D's is plotting On these streets we copping but they ain't locking me for sh** If you's a rebel with an el, spark it and take a hit..cuz [Hook] [Tabs] The 5-1-6 to the 6-3-1, you better buy guns quick cuz it's begun If you're with me son throw your hands in the air If you question the intention then the answer is here I'm a Strong Island native talking born and bred And I've been living life with a price on my head But I smile at my enemies, a tendency to laugh at danger Riding past strangers, whip looking like a gas chamber Smell the smoke when I rush past ya, of course I get down I'm from spliff town, home of the dutch masters And I haven't changed at all Since back in the days when I used to blaze and ball in front the Smith Haven Mall Telling emcees they just s**, their stuff's such trash ??? of your trash, so what's up with some puff puff pa** You'll get f**ed up fast from this brand of street justice So grit your teeth and love it while you beat your meat puppet From the streets of East Suffolk where we f** with that true sound So whose down to cruise town with a crew full of booze hounds You clowns cannot harm me I'm an indispensable general in God's army like Dr. King and Bob Marley And that's who I run with so come spit homie Riding around kicking dumb sh** from your one trip pony And I don't understand it, it's like I'm from another planet So if you're hungry for some trouble I'll feed your a** a knuckle sandwich And you can't defend, it's like trying to prevent a plague When I vent a rage with a boiling point of a thousand degree centigrade We will never fade, we been wylin since birth And there's no denying we're from the strongest island on Earth That's why it's fam strictly when I hit these streets Equipped to rip each beat til I'm six feet deep And for what it's worth, we're all wylin out Tryna flood the Earth with a sound wave from Long Island sound..cuz [Hook]