Escape From New York

Escape from New York Escape from New York Escape from New York Escape from New York Escape from New York Escape from New York Escape from New York [Sadat X] A 21 gun salute ain't nearly enough For some ol' shit this rough Dedi, oh baby boy watch this picture As we escape from New York we'll see a whole lot of fiction Drug dealers wanna be rappers and rappers frontin' drugs Big williness and sillyness if ya still in that room You be tyin' up the knot on Ma dude on the floor Tell ya I'm chillin' out here, the great X has gone dolo Shotgun partner D.R., bring that thing P.R So we can swing P.R., together us three we are Tryin' to keep pace in the great rap race New York's a crazy place, my girl just caught a case If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring some proof and it's on My hands now on, no higher than the warden Came to lace up the wax with Pete and D.R. crew From the furniture and shelf to the rollin' cliffs of Dover [Hook x2] Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk But can ya walk the walk New York, New York 40 guns and playas, money, sex and rhyme sayers [Dedi] And I'm out, I'm reachin' for the bigger and the better More advanced to the letter, type excessive with the pressure Escapin' like some brothers with triple life AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan For real though, I wanna get this dough on the strip yo The next plateau, movin' up young fuck a ho And take it slow cause that's the only way to flow I rock a show and it's back to the rest so Stay out of my zone cause I'm stressin' effects Seekin' stacks of those plaques And the bommin' twenty sacks Relax maybe when I'm lewd and lampooned In my mansion dirty dancin' like Ace and Buchanan, jammin' Totally the opposite of famine Today's slammin' and you know I got to have the cannon For all those that talk the talk But can ya walk the walk Escape from New York [Hook x2] [Sadat X] Ah hell the great X has turned to king Let the caged birds sing And let the gauge take the stage Life's a hard hump for the average man Especially cause my skin's much darker than tan Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram Now ya wanna front and act like you don't know about the fam But I know what cha' doin' to me, ya can't win Escape from New York don't bring ya ass back again [Dedi] So here we are, the X man, P.R. and the baby Paul On the premises, mission is to finish this The bonafide buggin' mic muggin' steady buggin' Breakin' backs with stacks and no fear Solid like stone and the family's sly Buy and sell, live well and make bail The single pop, hip-hop or mingle life Just for the sport, escape from New York [Hook x2]