DR. AMA - NY Get It In lyrics

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Staten get it in, Brooklyn get it in

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle

Bronx get it in, Queens get it in

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle

Harlem, get it in, Y.O. get it in

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle

L.I. get it in, Upstate get it in

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle

(Cash, cake, bread, gwop, feddi, dough, hit that block

Cash, cake, bread, gwop, feddi, dough, hit that block

Get that money, get that money, get that money, get that gwop

Anyway you gotta see it) New York get it in (please believe it)

New York been always born with the swagger

Throw the rocks, so you might get torn with the dagger

Doc Ama and Block on the same track

So lay it back, but you know they both want the drama

Cause when heat pop, pop corn ya

If you softy like a condom, and we'll hang you like an ornament

Thought I was a nice guy, killed 'em with kindness

Screw on the silencer, killed him in silence

It was on the health, kid, I filled 'em with iron

Eating off the '90's, I'm still on retirement

I don't got a day job, I just network

Don't have a boss, my middle name is Yessir

Might get hurt or lay up in the dead dirt

Dumb nigga running out the club with a wet shirt

And today's sweatshirt, yeah summer in the city

But no water gun when the tech squirt

Black block assassin, fuck asking you laughing

You niggas step way over your brackets

You gon' feel it before you see us crack this heater

Heavy breathing, we just scoring the three

Finish then lead it, teaching what the benzo wait

Smacking your face, taking your plate, robbing your gate

Said fuck it, monster the eight, bitches who wait

I ain't never seen a dead man read clan for taste

Scared of your waste, I'm raising the stakes, changing the pace

Giving them one to taste, give you haters something to hate

Keep it gully, bringing it gully, shiesty get bubby

Grimy and hungry, none of ya'll witness, touch fuck

The ice, buy me a gun or a knife

Embarrased, stay up north, had ice, please believe

Beats is there, see you twisting the leaf

Stay on my feet, stay on the creak, stay on the creep

On it like I need to be, chasing greedily

Make no mistake, got a taste for the cake

Face off with jake, police be like our dudes zoo full of apes

They feel like I do, down ass broads

G for the ride, to great with the rhyme thing, greater with the crime thing

Haters die, invade the brain when the nine bang

This is all in mind, then ya boy got issues

Official, got pistols that dispatch missiles

Gridlock, make ya shit pop, make the strip hot

Snitches, keep ya lip lock, bitches, eat a stiff cock

Gunning, keep ya fifth cocked, getting bread even if the lead gotta lift cops

We don't give a fuck here, you can get a nut here

Death before dishonor, that's how we give it up here

Sacrifice your smut here, block block let the glock rock

Murder vacating, we busting that gat

Fuck is you doing not busting that mack

Niggas is wack, real to the five

To a nine ID, let me kidnap that

Let me get that strap, kinda like brat, rat-a-tat-tat

Brrrat, mini mac that back

Living a lie, haters wasting my time

Now we spraying my nine

Niggas don't know me O.G. more, less low key

Ring around the rosey, pocket full of chromey

Be where the girls be, murder ma

Kept co co co co d