junclassic - NY Won’t Stop lyrics

rate me

Got love for the builders with drugs and the sealers

New York neighborhood, is thugs to the children

Home is somewhere to be or something to see

But it will cost, ain’t nothing for free

Niggas running the street, police walking the beat

Money talks in New York, that talk ain’t cheap

Bright lights, big city where life seem pretty

And the women get rich and bounce their big titties

Most living hand to mouth, prizing the amount

Pulling candies out, can’t imagine what these guys gonna try

Till you turn a blind eye to the I45

Family got ice grills and real love

The hardest shed tears and give bear hugs

And I heard Hendrick was a fin at first

Check that weave, we’ve got the best feeling from planet Earth

Niggas living on the wild side of New York State

Started the QU like LL and … over he say, she say, action

Money making in the happening

Fought and get your heart stopped in the Bronx

Status strong out, this cat just saw his mouse

Eat the rat, my ass, never been no child

Had my little head there, laundry, I don’t care …

Skeleton, bones, got an 8 from the weird test

You with the crowd here, you can see it in Times Square

Ball hadn’t changed so much in 5 years, let alone 10

My friends, we roll now, left me alone, my home’s a ghost town

Brothers living in a whole other course town …

When we get it they say you all get it

That’s the silly 60 seconds in that New York minute

Niggas living on the wild side of New York State

Yeah, city with the proud terrain times by ten

Sleep in the lines, dead, be kind to them

Getting in trouble in the thorough scenes

Running with kings, coming for queens

… underrated but your favorite like my fingers were sticky

See your neighbors go to jail for drugs or homicide

Beef jump of the city’s square, got a ride, I abide by the code

That’s the pride that I chose

Maintain fast lane, can’t slide off the road

Head off course then all lost, hear my slice with the power, the soft crust

You want what? New York, big city of dreams, … ain’t really no in between

And the good die young, tell the hood light …

Tucked you in like goodnight, son

Niggas living on the wild side of New York State