Masta k**a - Always N.Y lyrics

[Intro: Movie sample] Hey wait a minute, man, what about me? Hey wait a minute, y'all got Y'all play a role in a racket flow It was an act of God I don't know what kind of act it was I don't know how a junkie bust into my room and stole my TV Hey, it wasn't me, man Why ain't you out here arrestin' him? Instead of runnin' him out It was me, I confess! I confess! Dead story, a respectable workin' person can't even walk 5 minutes On the street without somethin' happenin' All you cops don't do nothin'! Junkier than police, one right behind the other with his hand out Oh, baby, he's gonna get rid of both of you cops [Chorus: Buddha Bless] Ayo, we always gon' hit heads left and right We always gon' get dumb skets to fight We always smoke and drink to set sh** right Yo it's always gon' be left, to we left the light [Buddha Bless] We always gon' be thug n***as and see drug figures Always gon' be stuck on the block, f**in' with cops Always gon' get McGirts, liftin' skirts Turn around and let the click just work We always gon' be chasin' cash, racin' fast Like we don't need life yo It's always gon' be street life We always gon' bank the dough, spank the hoe Drink some Mo', you better act like you think you know It's always gon' be Queens N.Y Always gon' be scenes when men die We always gon' be doin' time for doin' crimes It's always gon' be in Riker's Island We always gon' be "life is wildin" We always gon' be puffed out, mobbed out With your b**h gettin' dogged out And the click gettin' slobbed out Love between thugs, it's love between clubs It's always gon' be, like the giddy, it's always ownin' me We always gon' shake the dice, stay laced in ice Talk the Judas down when we hate the price Always gon' keep it funky It's always gon' be grungy We always gon' eat cuz we always gon' be Hungry We always gon' grab the dick, try to bag a chick And walk around with a grill like we mad at sh** We always gon' be in project hallways Crowdin' up the doorways, drownin' up the Jorday's We always gon' be naughty Liberty ba**ly, forty, n***as be crazy, whodi Always [Chorus x0.75] [Buddha Bless] Yo it's a.. [Masta k**a] ....warnin', East New York n***as formin' Beats say Bang Ya Head, Sister Sledge War dance with the wild Apache Indian Get Tom machine gun, fast car, big engine Few squads for the back ma**age, head job Then it's back to business Murder one, leave no witness Snatch mic, bash face and fight Red light scope at night Movin' through the Snow dressed in White It's the ninja from the rooftop site Aim for the brain, snipe from the buildin' across the boulevard Hit him from a hundred yards I just got a type from 'Preme behind bars Peace God, you beat n***as up, I suppose Sixteen metal machine I still hold Shoot snub from ear lobe Fortified rich with Twelve Jewelz of Islam Walk humble and calm Newspaper under the arm conceal arms [U-God] You want it rough? That Hellfire stuff? Poisonous mics, yo make the party jump Delicious, the funk, make your heart pump Told ya, soldiers get over the hump Your arms are too short boy you don't wanna rump With U-God the grump, van, black truck Ha, heavy on the grams, every man back up n***as act up, let the style spin This is Knockout Kings 2000 again Let the style in for a few proud men Clifton Project, rugged grain Shaolin Women in the bed, wolves are fed Same Wu Chamber that Bang Ya Head Aim with the stainless, hang like dreads Dirty at the game but the same celebs Chorus [Icarus] Yo, yo, yo Is it the hate that make me sip the Hennessey straight? Then go and leave my enemy face, simply erase Make me hop out the Benz with the Tennessee plates Make me run up in ya house shoutin', "Empty the safe" Or could it be love? Make be rock the hoodie and gloves Wonder if Snoop wasn't Crip, would he be Blood? Or maybe it's where I'm from, Bushwick That got me wearin' my gun everywhere that I come Why your chick got my pubic hair on her tongue Uh-huh, if you wanna see the light, n***a, stare at the sun Can it be my older days that gave me my colder ways? Blowin' strays at your rollerblades Whatever it be, that make me take your leather and flee Evidently, livin' legal never was me [Inspectah Deck] Yo we livin' it, lovin' every minute, won't quit it Hollow points aim with your first name printed In it for the money, never did it for love Made a few enemies, couldn't limit the slugs Never talk much, got ways of handlin' such The enforcer, cause the police to rush On the daily, rarely seen, often heard You can spot me in the Hill layin' off of the curb On the verge of snatchin' up ya crown and throne While I walk through the heart of the Hell and call it home Shao' borough Commando, style thorough Wild like a convict lose on the furlo {*echoes*} [movie sample] Oh baby he's gonna get rid of both y'all cops