Dj Kay Slay

Dj Kay Slay - NYC Shine lyrics

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Feat. Sheek louch, Joell Ortiz & Sauce Money

(Verse)

Gun on my waist, hand on my whip, bluntly

Bitch on my dick, I love this shit, it's obvious

Young nigga ready to blast, skanky days, Willie Burger touch of class

The home of Biggie & Hov

You could put us in any state we takin' it ova

Oil in my trippy stick gettin' my higher

Lox still making hits after Geda retired

Strip club poppin', Slay put the magazine bitches in the game

Now they yellin' his name

We quick to pull a razor out our mouth

And hell yeah I show love to the south

How ya think my niggas eatin'?

It ain't from no Death Jam meetin'

These record labels takin' the beatings

This New York, nigga, no competing

(Hook)

Dam, pack, boom, New York City

(Verse)

Yeah, they fly in to see the skyscrapers

But yo plane land in Queens next to Naz neighbors

The hotel in Brooklyn made of bar clay

But so is them projects where niggas violate ya

Laugh now, cry later when that iron blaze ya

You in a concrete jungle, I'm a lion tamer

I travel with animals that attack rapidly

Snap back with the axe of a black ratchid

I'm from where yo back leaped on a trash matrice

Chasing bitches thru the hood till they assmatic

Still flippin' on these crabmatics

Chasing fat asses, they just run slow and my tax bracking

I'm in the city of dreams, but I don't live in a dream

Just the second you doze off, niggas dig in yo jeans

I'mma shatter your nose off, and my nickelplated motherfucker rips the machine

(Hook)

Dam, pack, boom, New York City

(Verse)

Backstabbers and betrayals, I made it thru that

Plottin' to off yo own man, how could you do that?

Addicted to killer shit, but never for the thrill of it

Any conversation with us is all gorilla shit

Word, no need to fill 'em out to begin

Locate the snake and peel 'em out of his skin

Two shots, 4.fifth, no jams to allude us

The senses at the crime scene, two different shooters

What he different? Sticking his chest out like hootas

Got pros with Macs if I put you in the book

Get yo repetation, or how you put it in

Just because you get busy, it won't take you off the hook

L. Mike smurk, cause he can see the lines

Mens might go to work when he read my eyes

Green is the sleeper, we dig a lot deeper

That quiet nigga that's with ya, the body language is on speaker

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