Before the hook is put in...Meth, Status, X-X-iLL
Lyrics
Its Status motha fuckas, the realest and brave
I stay reppin New York til they fill in my grave
Still its the same, cats say they ain't feelin my Game
Run ya mouth, til I come up n bullets fill in ya frame
Its not rock city, its the top city baby
In drop tops cops can get popped by pretty ladies
Hand on the money, the place where them blammas is gully
Blue, Red, Black, do-rags bandanas and skullys
We animals runnin, you want it go stand on line
My whole cliques quarter to ten, both hands on nines
Yo' mans on mine, the nines squirt yo, they might hurt yo
You'll find thoro cats everywhere in the five burroughs
Get shackled, locked down, ya fuckin wigs rattled
You reppin the wrong hood n get stuck in the big apple
rock wit me
