N.Y.C.

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Still a hustle, Staten Island Still a struggle, New York Still gone bubble, 10304 [Inspectah Deck] I'm form New York, City, Birth place of the gritty Dog eat dog, Only Jake willing to work with me Watch your drink before they lace your sizzurp with a mickey Bodies will burn like dub sacks of purple sticky Cojacks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements The young guns put pressure on the made men The fiends they'll cap you for your package The mass act savage, Little sis selling her ass and tits Your best friend will send shots to wet ya The bad lands, Hammers on the waist bands the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime Cause ain't no nine to five for two time felons And little man wanna be just like me The saddest thing is he just might be With a life as Christopher Walken, King of New York 'em Resort to talking when the heat is on 'em, breathing on 'em [Hook 2X: Inspectah Deck] There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide There's no one to trust so keep a gun on your side Just do as the Roman's if you wanna survive I guess that's how it go in N.Y [Inspectah Deck] Oh Blue I said, you make it here you make it anywhere Drug wars for every square, blood sport, the semis air So watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to Watch them young Gotti's, they'll off you It's like a mafia plot The fishermen find more bodies then cops But the shots don't stop, trying to get it get it Inside where the broads and the ballas kick it Big city lights, whips, chicks and ice You're living, you're victim to them sick gritty types Drueling with they tongues out, Guns out spraying clips Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound of barking chrome Sound foul but I call it home So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone In these mean streets you all alone [Hook]