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[thirsty]

[thirsty]

[thirsty]

Call it New York cause we keep reinventin



Where do I Start?
Let's see what they wanna hear?
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at (No doubt)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (Yeah)
For the score go to war like a jarhead (Hi-Tek!!!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Woo!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
"We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!"
With a first hello!
(Jadakiss)
Uh! Got a lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever dude
Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder
Ari, haze, diesel, sour
Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's
Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy
Talkin in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life
Everything is good in my bank except cop dice
Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them
So they bootleg them now everyday sport them
Dorms, cells, packages, mail
Warrants, bails, everything's real now
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Hi-Tek Hi-Tek, Papoose Pa-poose)
With a first hello!
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout you ballin, look you wanna ball
Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer
Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty
Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary
Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes
Messin with me will get black buried like a cell phone
Punks pay dues not me I pay attention
Call it New York cause we keep reinventin
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at {New York}
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead {New York}
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! {New York, New York}
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
With a first hello!
Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like capolaries
Roaches and rats in every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte
Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallway
Discussin strategies in the court case
I rock the Northface cold like winter
I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word
**** the talking it's a New York thing
We aboard but, all things considered we all kings, what
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
With a first hello!
Aiyyo yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud and have the hood stylin good talent most of us tellin
Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin
Can't get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it
Schemin on somethin green, we eagles on the chef found it
While I take a trip back my first little pack
Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin crack
Baggin like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off
We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets
Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white
I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
Livin by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily
Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!

[thirsty]

[thirsty]

AWESOME

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Dedicate
Dedicate

Uh

This one right here goes out
To my homie with the dream
Nah mean

He said, I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be,
I'd like to make it like the sights on TV,
Quite the great life, so nice and easy,
See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps,
Agreed, a Mead Notebook and a Bic
That click when it's pushed and a whack ass beat,
That's a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu is like "That's that heat"
A bass heavy medley with a sample from the seventies,
With a screwed up hook that went

'STACK THAT CHEESE'
Something, Something, Something...
'STACK THAT CHEESE'
Mother, Sister, Cousin...
'STACK THAT CHEESE'
He couldn't think of nothing...
'STACK THAT CHEESE'
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes

Crying from the next room a baby in need,
Of some Pampers and some food and a place to sleep,
That plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved my life

Reps north side so he rocks them braids,
Eleven hundred friends on his Myspace page,
'Stack that cheese' got seven hundred plays,
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay,
Open Mic champ two weeks in a row
Ex D boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go,
Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the row,
Best homie in a grave, tatted up while in the cage,
Minute Maid got his momma working like a slave,
Down baby momma who he really had to honor,
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to,
Drive up to Dallas, where to open up for amatuers,
Let him keep her debit cards so he could put gas in it,
Told her when he get home he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved my life

His man called, said "Ya time might be now.
They played ya freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'.
They played it two times, said it might be crowned
As "the best thing out the H-Town in a while."
He picked up his son with a great, big smile,
Rapped every single word to the newborn child,
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen,
And put on another beat and got back to the mission, to
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should
Show his homies it's a way, other than that flipping yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his case,
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool,
Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a duece, and act a fool,
Man it feels good when it happens like that,
Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved my life

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved me

One you never heard of, I...
Push it harder, further the...
Grind, I feel like murder but...
Hip Hop you saved my life

Hip Hop you saved my life

Hip Hop you saved my life

Hip Hop you saved my life

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