new york (remix) - game lyrics
(demon voice)
nu jersey devil
(the game)
yeah m-th-f-ckers
it’s the m-th-f-ckin game
gu, gu,…gu,gu,gu,gu, g-unit
i got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
n-gg- i’m in new york (new york)
wit a hundred bloods and a hundred crips,
whenever i’m in new york (new york)
i got a hundred guns and a hundred clips n-gg-, i’m in new york (new york)
ride wit a hundred bloods and a hundred crips
whenever i’m in new york (new york)
everybody wanna know why he got beef
’cause in my dreams i talked to ‘pac and b.i.g.
got on the plane hopin that the nyc
it’s me behind these bars like chi-ali
n-gg-z want me to d-i-e
been there, done that
woke up from a coma on 3 i.v’s
eyes on the thrown, somebody in my seat
fiddlin with rap like miri ben-ari
i scoop up swiss(beats), drive thru the bronx and get jada on the phone
my next stop is yonkers
after that its harlem, why?
’cause im a certified gangsta
and jim jones’ throwin a blood party
red bandanas from 93rd to 115th and lennox
it’s the sequel to menace
oh lord, he done went o dogg
made 50’s beef his and knocked ’em both off
[chorus]
new aftermath chain on, thats the bling
stones yellow and black – he a latin king
mira me king ton el jefe simone
translation: i get money off ringtones
king blood, even though i used to sling drugs when i see snoop he tell me “keep doin your thing ’cause”
i do it cause i love it
do it for the n-gg-z that don’t know the difference between ‘chuck taylors’ and chuckers
i’m a gangsta tell remi martin i wanna f-ck her
thats what i call a championship game at the rucker
ya’ll want beef? change the subject
you ain’t got no stars like the flag of the dominican republic
after angie’s show i was finna to get the bus
and catch a cab to halston and ask any n-gg- hustlin
i ain’t got to live in new york all my life to know the a and d train go to washington heights
[chorus]
left the vma awards, went back to the hood
streets is talkin – ‘game got slapped by suge’
false, i was face to face wit him
media wanna criticize the game
like he had ma$e wit him
he a hood n-gg- that ain’t ever try to snake n-gg-z
walk thru the 5 boroughs never had jake with him
bake it how u want, ain’t no cupcake in him
even diddy know, i make the city glow
never had an alb-m, never had his own video
i was sellin crack while ja was watchin 50 blow
white tee shirt, converse and my d-ckies on
signed wit dre recorded 150 songs
now the f-ckin hip hop police hatin
tryin to run me outta new york like anthony mason
n-gg- i’ll come and erase you
only n-gg- from california
that’ll come from the tongue wit a razor
[chorus]
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