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Thread: Where it Started At (NY) - Track Review

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    Where it Started At (NY)

    Hi-Teknology˛: The Chip - Hi-Tek
    2006

    Dion
    Jadakiss
    Papoose
    Talib Kweli
    Raekwon


    Hi-Tek



    [Chorus]

    (Dion, *Jadakiss*) {samples}

    Let me see where I star at *Uh*
    Hood cats are part of where it started at {New York} *No doubt*
    We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed *Yeah*
    For the score go to war like a jarhead {New York} *Hi-Tek!!!*
    New York, New York, 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 duke
    Ecstasy, 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

    [Chorus]

    (Dion, *Papoose*) {samples}

    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!!! *Hi-Tek Hi-Tek, Papoose Pa-poose*
    {With a first hello!}

    (Papoose)

    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 Tec 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 cemetery
    Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell homes
    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'

    [Chorus]

    (Talib Kweli)

    Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like a capillary
    Roaches and rats in every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already
    Manhattan built the cemeteries 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
    Fuck the talking it's a New York thing
    We aboard but, all things considered we all kings, what

    [Chorus]

    (Dion, *Raekwon*) {Sample}
    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}
    *My nigga my nigga whattup, Tek you did it again nigga!*
    New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
    *Word up I love that* {With a first hello!}

    (Raekwon)

    Ayo 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 scoping 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

    [Chorus]
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