(Intro)
New York, New York the city that never sleeps
I kno I don' catch any sleep
Friend o' foe
I don't even know
So make ya colors clear
B4 u come 'round here
(Verse 1)
Many huslaz in New York got a scar on dey face
But none are king
Try an' seize the throne
Like hungry dogs chewin on dey bone
Thrown out dey home
Forced to live life on the street
Get into da crack game and dey back on dey feet
Sirens allways in dey ear
Ain't no low riders ova' here
We ride dem Cadilacs
We write dem battle raps
There ain't no unity
Everyone I see is an enemy
So you better pray
You got ya pepper spray
Start movin ya feet
I kno every brotha on every street
So you better start running down aveneus
Look what you got yourself into
Hit ya ass so fast
Better have 911 on speed dial
For them to get here it's gna take a while
Shit turn so bad make a smiley lose a smile
(Chorus)
See I'm a hustla in tha hood
Without a scar on my face
I aint a thug
Just a humble whiteboy tryna get this cake
Step back cuz I got money to make
Hate these phonies
Sayin "I am the best"
Bitch please
You'd do better on ya knees
Now sayin "I am the best(dick in mouth)"
Try and run up on me wanksta
Talkin this and that
And CLICK-CLACK-PLAOW
Another wansksta down!
(Verse 2)
Bullets made of gold
So just gimme' the word
And I'll give da snitch a new grill
Birdman, a fuckin chicken head
Runnin' around for crums of bread
Fuck that we drivin' in the ranger rover
Thinkin' he tossin flames like a flamethrower
Put him out like a dog at night
I'm shinin' so bright
Make ya eyes water
Cash money can't even get half a dollar
I feel like a cowboy
Bringin' home the beef
King with all this ice, freezin ma' throne, Warcraft
Better start lookin' 4 da escape shaft
Feel like the tooth farie, sellin brothaz nickels and dimes
And then they hide 'em under they pillows
Hate explainin' ma' lyrics to dumb ho's
Feel like Carlos Mencia
Ma' rhymes leave u in da dust, so I guess I wont c ya
(Chorus)
See I'm a hustla in tha hood
Without a scar on my face
I aint a thug
Just a humble whiteboy tryna get this cake
Step back cuz I got money to make
Hate these phonies
Sayin "I am the best"
Bitch please
You'd do better on ya knees
Now sayin "I am the best(dick in mouth)"
Try and run up on me wanksta
Talkin this and that
And CLICK-CLACK-PLAOW
Another wansksta down!
(Verse 3)
Movin' up in life
But below the waist line
All covered in green like the incredible Hulk
Ma' rhymes make u feel stumped
Cut short
After this I'ma look like a god, u callin me lord
Start callin' me monopoly
Cuz I own the industry
I make da paper
So many numbers as if I'm playing minesweeper
I make ma' rhymes BIG
But I ain't Frank White
Me and him ain't got the same apetite
Biggie one and only king
Ma' tonsils are toxic, ma' spits sting
Makin' Wiggas choke like Darth Vader
Got so much force I should run around wit a lightsaber
Got the NYPD all ova' me like bitches
Runnin through these streets like war trenches
All underground
Them pigs tryin 2 send ma' dawgs to the dog pound
(Chorus)
See I'm a hustla in tha hood
Without a scar on my face
I aint a thug
Just a humble whiteboy tryna get this cake
Step back cuz I got money to make
Hate these phonies
Sayin "I am the best"
Bitch please
You'd do better on ya knees
Now sayin "I am the best(dick in mouth)"
Try and run up on me wanksta
Talkin this and that
And CLICK-CLACK-PLAOW
Another wansksta down!
(outro)
Ya' eva' come around NY
Stay in Manhattan
It ain't safe round these parts
Iz like the Aztecs shootin poison darts
This a concrete Jungle
I'm the lion round here, so I dun think u wanna rumble
Beat's by Young Breeze
Now I'ma take ma' leave
From all these punch lines I think I got ya knocked out
Ma' job is done so
BN out
