The Game - Gangs of New York lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] Walkin’ outta JFK in my all black Champion hood 7 5/8 Yankee fitted, what’s good? Hop in the Range Rover with Styles P and Kiss Roll the window down while I’m lightin’ my spliff Turn on Hot 97 and I co*k my brim Razor blade in my cheek, got a snub in my Timbs And I’m feelin’ like M.O.P Diddy run the city but {?} where the crown stay Just like you carry him through Brooklyn Them Queensbridge killers still got shook ones On the FDR weavin’ through traffic And the homie Nas know I’m still bangin’ Illmatic Like it’s ’94 I reign supreme like the crime lords City arms raised like the Phantom suicide doors Flip Mode, Terror Squad, Bird Gang, D-Block Just a few of my ni**as but you might know em by the [Hook] Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs of New York! [Verse 2: Jadakiss] This is somethin’ you had to get used to, truthful Me? I’m neutral, but I’ll still shoot you Jumpin’ out the Jag with a rocket Na, I ain’t thinkin’ about the flag in your pocket co*k it, never was a thing to pull it I bang for real, meaning I do my thang with bullets So I can’t sleep ’til I know it’s your memorial Usually over a b**ch, but this is territorial Turf war, knife wounds they hurt more Come in the building, you won’t make it past the first floor These young ni**as is poppin’ on sight Ghetto birds, all you hear is the choppers all night And “Who got shot?”, “Who got stabbed?” Either that or “Who got knocked?”, “Who got bagged?” Outside the ratchets, inside is the hawk Real talk is what it is, The Gangs of New York What? [Hook] Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs in New York Gangs of New York! Gangs of New York! Gangs of New York! [Verse 3: Jim Jones