Uncle Murda - New York City lyrics

It's whatever with whoever Always whatever with whoever That's how I'm on it all day, every day That's how I'm on it all day, every day We can do a whatever whenever We can do a whatever whenever That's how I'm on it all day, every day That's how I'm on it all day, every day [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] I got my city feeling like it's '95 Feeling good, like in before Biggie died On Twitter Nas wrote I give him a Biggie vibe I retweeted that sh** like 50 times I see rappers trying to get their buzz back Beef with DJs like "Damn where the love at?" The DJ like "Homie where the hits at?" That sh** you sent me was whack I can't spin that Instead of making better music n***as get offended Then jump on a south beat Cause the south winning Then they get mad when they don't pop, yo Like "That sh** would've worked if I was Rocko" Or "That sh** would've worked if I was 2Chainz" It would've, but you're not Rocko or 2Chainz You a New York n***a homie That's that Now let's get back to that boom bap [Hook] New York City This the way that we rock Let's get back on our sh** New York City This the way that we rock Let's get back on our sh** Uh-La la la la la la la la la la Uh-La la la la la la la la la la New York [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] Ain't no place like home But the radio got me thinking I'm in the A But when I go to the A It feel like I'm in the A New York n***as don't be getting no radio play Somebody saying "What the f** did that n***a just say?" Only New York n***a they play outta town is Jay That be sounding like that real New York City All that same old bounce sh** Be making me nauseous New York, I don't know when it happened But we went from setting the trends To copy catting It's like we losing our identity I hope n***as is feeding off of my energy We need a new DMX Not a new Waka Flocka I'm talking that sh** like When B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya I'm starting some sh** like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya If you decide to live Don't tell police who shot ya [Verse 3: Waka Flocka] I'm from Q U E E N S Where n***as chasing cheese Cakes like eating this My n***as ain't playing games This ain't recess Wet T-Shirt contest Leave your T wet For that Jesus piece hanging off your neck Life ended, game over Ain't no reset Youngins color blind over here Throw up the wrong set Drop a bomb like I'm Funk Flex I'm connected out in Brooklyn like the Nets Head back then got now f** next Out in the Bronx cause we souse rendezvous Manhattan condo with the ocean view Smoking Malibu Kush, clean Dutch Better Kick Push when I up the 40 Back to Queens catch me in ? On west side ? got the towers d**h to the cowards And your b**h p**y Ran through that whole god mileage [Hook] [Verse 4: Vado] A while back met some wild cat Fly cat, you know I didn't supply that I'm from where kids get no parenting Gun get you 3 to 5, and they still carrying Keep the nine same bag Dirty Harry in Suede Belt, slim corduroys Leather jacket them Used to rob base, that was easy rock Cooked it up then hand the plate to a greedy block Back when Ma$e was the face on your TV box Harlem World Diplomats was the team to watch This young MC really lived this Had EPMD, strictly business ? was doing biz then Kept Nikes on And a fitted gripping the biscuits But it's whatever when whatever New York City get busy when we're together [Hook]