Intro

[Intro: Masta Killa] New York, New York, New York, New York, he he, yeah... New York, New York, New York, New York, yo! [Verse 1: Masta Killa] My devastating hot East New York mentality Keep me on point for my million dollar salary Heavy weight lyrics never lost one calorie Fat stacks, drug dealing styles the black AC Nickel-plated macs, We pack the chrome tecs, yes From one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth crystal clear A yo, snap out of Candy Land kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like Cross color clothes crossing over, getting crossed out Criss crossing we bossing all cross breeds I'm a knowledge seed, I want action, that's what I need Never no doubt in my mind, it's the rhyme Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, defeat, it's not meant for me Victorious with no opponent that blast through components Jamel Irief raising hell with the flavor Smoking on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier