Troy Ave - New York City Lyrics
[Hook: Troy Ave]Aye yo, times is hard, but we get through itAnd even though it’s crimes involved, we had to do ‘emBy any means, Malcolm X marks the spotI went from ridin’ bikes to ridin’ through in a dropThe road to success for me was real grittyWasn’t no stress for me, don’t feel pityLife is a ***** and she sure ain’t prettyAnd I’mma do me anyway, nigga‘Cause I’m from New York City[Verse 1: Troy Ave]I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar billsA young prodigy when it come to drug dealsIn New York I get blood moneyDirty cash bought my matte black JeepI used to skip out on cabsWent from givin’ no dough to given limos to get to showsEither way I’m driven – this shit showsSpit flows like B?, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo’Drinkin’ champagne out the bottleYoung Crisco, pop it, hop in, let’s politic, dittoSame niggas sayin’ “time to get this money”They’ve been the same niggas sayin’ that for years, still hungryNew discussion: New York artists wanna be southernThe city’s lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin’It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here afterBut Kendrick Lamar’s just a weirdo rapper[Hook: Troy Ave][Verse 2: Raekwon]We went from Uzis to elephant gunsSmall pistols on Gynsills – little shorties, cheeba, big fortiesSittin’ back in the ‘hood – good, nigga, goodRetrievin’ every dollar bill, grabbin’ my woodYou know we specialists at nighttimeCall us the poisonous pumpersWho run up on these niggas like NightlineThe arsonists and good vinesThat means the wares is amazing – assignment, baby, since ’89Creepin’ through hallways, big laundry bagsFour Ks – handle them niggas, now jam niggas***** they gon’ do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum‘Cause you could never represent the money teamWe smash faces, flash bracelets, that’s the basicDon’t get smacked in your mouth with 45 razorsYeah, the jungle brothers rollin’ with all coverageGet ‘em young Troy – What? He *****ed with us…[Hook: Troy Ave][Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]You know how I steady rock – New York City bopUsed to slang grainy rock – war on the petty blockBack-to-back cases…Now we drink liquor, drinkin’ back-to-back casesNo, we ain’t erase thisSpades hand, aces – out of town papersLuck’s all Vegas – herb shit, AvisI graduated from the street life accordinglySaid my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedlyI been shot niggas since 14I’ve been to war, mean – got guns from Fort GreeneI exorted niggas – I was the re-up manI gave the orders, nigga – P.A.P.I. gave the orders, niggaKing flow, used to get coke from Domingo…in the old folks’ home, he’s playin’ bingoHe sold it for 10, but I got him for cincoSafe in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow[Hook: Troy Ave][Verse 4: Prodigy]The life and times of a New York Nigga, we very differentPlease pardon my aggression, but move from my visionWith that bullshit you spittin’, you talkin’ my high offYou blowin’ my high, you forcin’ my iron off my beltI’m forcin’ myself to be chill…Listen to them journalists, get yourself killedThey ain’t never lived this life, and no nothin’ ’bout itThey hide behind aliases and talk rowdyFrom behind a MacBook, ***** a blog, dawgIf I see you in the flesh you’ll be shookLike a martini – I know they tired of meI know they wish I would die already, but I’m very dopeI’m so cold, you should get your February coatThat NY shit, you niggas got warm heartsNo offense, but I’ll tear you apartNo matter which part of the map you reppin’, get your weapon[Hook: Troy Ave]
