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Dirty N.y. lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Intro: Street hustler]
Yo, I go in the street do my thang, pa
I make it happen, I go out there man and I hustle, pa
I make it happen, Im going through a lot of situation right now as it is
But Im gon survive, because Im strong, I been through worst situation

[Verse 1: Cormega]
New York went from excellence to desilance, right?
Mafuckas aint reppin it right
I been through hard days and treacherous nights
Clear it out right, pure raw, no stretchin light
Blueviant white, Im feelin it
And Im chillin in Villas, in Carribeans
Reminiscin my niggaz no longer wit us and in the pens
Niggaz want what I got, but lack discipline
And walk with me, our paths different
If we clash, I blast fifths at them
Leave they ass period-less
Like exorcism, Ima threat to niggaz
Been stressed ever since I bought the Lex from Nitty
Couldnt shine til the death for BIGGIE (uh)
I keep the heat near me
Like Shaquille, wear Evisu daily
Thi s is nearly a preview, I hope the streets are ready
I know my breed is nearly extinct cause hes a raeli
Hard to find like a Bernard King jersey
I started slingin early
No mama to raise me, my father aint seen the cash
So I became a man, slingin, elevated to weigh a gram
Representin and blazin hammers (*gun shots*)
They made me stand up

[Verse 2: Lake]
I know the killings, but homey I gotta get it
The way BIG and them did it
But me and Mega would did it
Im in it, to get us big, Aristotle Onassis
Bullet proof fabric, cartier on my glasses
My man weve been mashin street wars, and shoot dawgs
Seen forms, those wagons runnin through the blocks clappin
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Automatic, matched wit infrared, we scope
No shirts, heavy and put my Timbs up on a niggaz throat
I pull it back, til it click-clack, and sit back
on with ski mask in a nigga crib
And if Im done, I wait until done from one round
( Pull it out) start bangin, I be waitin wit a smile
Goin out like Salaisie did, I thrive for spit
One of a few niggaz thatll pop a pig
While he walkin on his beads, I take money and count it
Fake powder than menage it off in the shower

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Yea, yea, uh
Niggaz say I walk around wit a vest in my chest
Now thats a quarter mil, iced out, TS in my chest
I tried to told yall niggaz (what?)
Will fold yall niggaz (what?)
Come off that doe and will expose yall niggaz (what?)
Its kinda scary how we weary the streets
Quick to bury ya, peace, you talkin shit, now you inherit the beef
And you dont want that, black man, Crack too crazy
Insane, now we even teamin up wit Lakey
And thats a problem, however you call it
I want a dollar off every bottle thats sold in the hallway
Or even a bag, I sleep wit the mac
Keepin a gat for any nigga thinkin he bad
Schemin on Crack, its not gon happen
No how, you fuckin wit t horough niggaz aint scared to blow trial

[Outro: Street hustler]
If you have to go, you have to go
And I dont got a problem with that
Thats one problem I dont got problem with
And thank God I got, you know, brothers that look out for me
They keep me thinking for the future
I really want to say thats why it counts
Eventually I am, believe me I had a dream
And its gon come reality, pretty soon