Masta Ace - NY Confidential lyrics

Yo, Call me M-A n***a jam like Jimmay Caught a rimmay, make em strip like Timmay n***as know my sh** hot like tamale In the V with 3 squales, no time to polly M dot A dot J O R, may go far Love how I lay those bars Play those cars sh** chromed out, zoned out Club bound, these clowns show me love now Mad years still at it, these n***as had it On the radio's most added Plus I got the street too and the 32-5 Rap for the love but gotta eat too, what I got it covered like glove to hand Whose the man, mad chicks love the van They all wanna get in it then sit in it Even fat ones, that can't fit in it Cause they know my teams' special Lay you on your back and undress you and bless you, yes you It really is no task, getting the a** The I-cla**, wood dash, making it last I'm trying to see platinum plus, kick dust Fabulous, trust, in god we must Stay hot like hundred degrees, LP's & CD's Hard to believe these, cops & DT's Got lead like a pencil How it feel when the world against you You know we bench you Keepin' yall high is essential, yo N-Y confidential Yo, knocking BIG in the big Benzs' Georgio frames with no lenses, and dont know who my friends is The rap game ain't nothing but snakes, nothing but fakes That dont stop like no brakes Thats life ain't it, n***as know the world tainted Try to paint it, picture that, then frame it I stay true in it, keep doing it, yo Raps out my face til im blue in it Put glue in it if youre trying to stick These I N C n***as wrong ones to pick, must be sick Must dont love your life, gun or knife Must dont love your wife On the radio drop gems, 200 a spin, locked in Top of the chart, popping your heart Lot of sh** with me, dont I, blow the spot won't I f**in with me's like poking out your own eye I take it back, like a u-turn, I do burn To whom it concern, n***as dont learn All my people on the Hill like Lauryn, keep scoring Getting G's like Warren I'm trying to see platinum plus, kick dust Fabulous, trust, in god we must Stay hot like hundred degrees, LP's & CD's Hard to believe these, cops & DT's Got lead like a pencil How it feel when the world against you You know we bench you Keepin' yall high is essential, yo N-Y confidential Yo, Tarantino, roll like El Camino New three chrome drop, maraschino Red with the beige guts, front for what? Looking crisp in a black mans wish, dont diss Lotta hoes with new clothes & Parasuco's Looking for those Lexo's & Expo's Lotta rappers smelling theyself & telling theyself They the hottest the sh** on market to ever spark it Soon they ain't hot no more, not no more Songs ain't blowing up the spot no more Got no tour, got no fans and no plans No more Lex land's and shows for 10 grand I drop sh** thats toxic and make a cop get bru-tal, its futile Second chance like a new trial, trying to win Trying to blend, trying to get in, trying to fit in The rap game ain't nothing but cliques, up in the mix Up in these chicks, up in the blue six Knocking Busta-buss, trust us Flows is lus-cious, you can't crush us! I'm trying to see platinum plus, kick dust Fabulous, trust, in god we must Stay hot like hundred degrees, LP's & CD's Hard to believe these, cops & DT's Got lead like a pencil How it feel when the world against you You know we bench you Keepin' yall high is essential, yo N-Y confidential