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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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