once upon a time in shaolin - buy the book now!

View Poll Results: Rate New York

5. You may not vote on this poll
  • 5 Star Classic

    0 0%
  • 4 Star Banger

    4 80.00%
  • 3 Star Decent

    0 0%
  • 2 Star Boring

    1 20.00%
  • 1 Star Wack

    0 0%
Results 1 to 2 of 2

Thread: New York - Track Review

  1. #1

    Default New York - Track Review

    New York

    A.W.O.L. - AZ

    Ghostface Killah




    Yeah... "the city"
    This is serious, here "number one"
    New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs "keep it real" "I get ill"
    "Number one" This will rock! "the city" "I gotta get in"

    This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows
    For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow
    Block covers know the style, triple that dough
    Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sittin' back slow
    What y'all know about coke pies, give 'em that low
    I mouth them before the bow tie resemble cash flow
    Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot
    Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop
    That freeze niggaz right where they stand for the gwap
    Niggaz'll play Pac and pop with they man, it don't stop
    We up top, but we locked and landing
    He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and scram
    Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
    Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
    Never a vic', either think quick or end up dead
    Cuz when we flip, what's left to be said? New York
    New York, New York, New York

    [Chorus x2]

    New York, New York
    Number One
    New York, New York
    Keep it real
    I get ill
    New York, New York
    Number one
    New York, New York
    The city
    I gotta get in


    You know the town stupid, this is all authentic ground
    You can get poked, grabbed and choked, then shot up, for product
    Bank holders stay in the lab, too many dumb niggaz is scheming
    You can get murked up in the cab
    Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
    Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
    Niggaz that carry ones and hit grass
    And love hip hop, the shit that bring money outta Ziplocs
    Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I do to the kid
    I have you on the floor with ya armor loose
    Break the raw down and sign truces
    Then switch the next muthafuckin' date, fuck all excuses
    When you see me it's real, I'm just a natural born hustler
    The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
    So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
    It's critical, you might stay a night, if you pretendable

    [Chorus x2]

    (Ghostface Killah)

    Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
    Before guns was called biscuits, Stapleton was on that hood shit
    Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
    Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
    Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut, don't give a fuck
    Did ten hours long and try to wrap us up
    He dry snitching, post up in the whip with a fly wisdom
    Hopped out to get a dutch, but he left with his wig splittin'
    We from New York, my city never sleeps (No)
    We runnin' with a hundred heats
    When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
    Dressed in all black, driving six feet hearses
    With sixteen niggaz, dropping sixteen verses
    Big faces, bulgin' outta big green purses
    Stuck ya man for his veggies and his lame ass circus
    So I dare niggaz act up, y'all niggaz act up
    Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up

    [Chorus x2]
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 01-11-2010 at 01:33 PM.
    Quote Originally Posted by IrOnMaN View Post
    If your posts are not relevant to the thread or if there's a strong indication of trolling/rudeness/slander, the post will be deleted. As a moderator, it's my job to moderate to the best of my ability.

  2. #2


    Hard East Coast shit - I like it.

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts