New York Shit
    (专辑: Beast Mode, Vol. 3 - 2019)
    
    [Sheek Louch:]  Hahaha...  Ah, man   I 
got a 
nine on my waistline  I 
ain't thinking 'bout you bitch ass niggas no more  You could help a 
nigga out, he gon' still talk shit  And turn around and want more  I 
ain't thinking 'bout you (Get the 
fuck up out my face)  I 
ain't thinking 'bout you (When the 
last time we talked?)  I 
ain't thinking 'bout you (Nah, I 
ain't need your number)  I 
ain't thinking 'bout you (Monkeys out, nigga)  No more  Fuck around and get hit up (Facts)  Mom praying like, "Please, baby, get up" (Get up [?])  Niggas see your wounds, turn around and spit up  I 
ain't playing, Donnie came to fuck shot up, shyeah  This is that raw shit, New York  Winter time in front of the 
store, shit  Burning my weed with a 
stashbox real close (What up, nigga?)  Ear to the 
street, my lyrics, you could feel a 
pulse (Feel a 
pulse)  Put your glass up, let's have a 
toast (Salute)  Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss, and Ghost (L-O-X)  We stay away from them corny rappers that do the 
most  Gangstas, our careers ain't even close (Shyeah)   Don't make me bust you, nigga  Grew up together but I 
don't trust you, nigga  You let your feelings out when you drunk  Beef come, you run and hide like a 
fucking punk, shyeah  Top of the 
morning, gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinking and yawning  I 
had to talk to my young boy before he get life  Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right   [Havoc:]  Word, that's the 
same shit that I 
was saying  Gotta watch these niggas how these niggas be angling  Make 'em see stars so I 
start bangling  Abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in  I 
said fuck me, I 
feel the 
same then  Talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends  Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties  'Spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty (Hip-hop royalty)  The 
crown secure and I 
got a 
tip (Word)  With the 
clips filled, the 
wrong word'll get you killed  Q.B. repping, ain't a 
thing changed  Grown man, see y'all niggas out playing kid games  Twenty-twenty coming, things realer than it ever been  People co-signing shit y'all peddlin'?  Me and Sheek on a 
whole other wave length  On point with it, let them other nigga stay [?]   [Sheek Louch:]  Don't make me bust you, nigga  Grew up together but I 
don't trust you, nigga  You let your feelings out when you drunk  Beef come, you run and hide like a 
fucking punk, shyeah  Top of the 
morning, gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinking and yawning  I 
had to talk to my young boy before he get life  Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right   [Fat Joe:]  Yeah, still keep guns in the 
panel  Shot him through his flannel out the 
pocket of my Louis camo  Niggas say what's up but can't stand you  We call 'em New York undercovers, them nigga's done been canceled  You know me, a 
little Wraith, a 
hot bitch  Pharrell, Chanel slides, I'm bumping that Pac shit  My daughter seen a 
squirrel, said, "Look, dad, a 
chinchilla"  Up in the 
Bronx, born killers, we been realer (Been realer)  I 
got your body like that nigga shotty  Run up in your lobby with the 
mini shotty, body everybody  Black turtleneck, black [?]  Had to get me on the 
tax, yo, Crack's the 
black Gotti  I 
pop shit 'cause they can't stop me  Who, him? He can't rob me  Your bitch a 
damn thotti  You know these raps, they be physical  You could feel it though  I 
know he said it, but he live it though   [Sheek Louch:]  Don't make me bust you, nigga  Grew up together but I 
don't trust you, nigga  You let your feelings out when you drunk  Beef come, you run and hide like a 
fucking punk, shyeah  Top of the 
morning, gun in her mouth while your bitch breath stinking and yawning  I 
had to talk to my young boy before he get life  Watch these left niggas 'cause they ain't right