[Chorus: Dion]
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
For the score go to war like a jarhead
(***We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!)
(*With the first hello)
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh! Got alot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke
Tellin' 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 everybody sport them
Dorms, cells, packages, mail
Warrants, bails, everything's real now
[Chorus: Dion]
[Verse 2: 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 tek 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 cemetary
Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes
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: Dion]
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like a capilary
Roaches and rats on every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries 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 hallways
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
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
For the score go to war like a jarhead
(***We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!)
(*With the first hello)
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh! Got alot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke
Tellin' 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 everybody sport them
Dorms, cells, packages, mail
Warrants, bails, everything's real now
[Chorus: Dion]
[Verse 2: 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 tek 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 cemetary
Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes
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: Dion]
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like a capilary
Roaches and rats on every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries 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 hallways
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
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