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Ice-T - N.Y., N.Y. lyrics
The seventh baby... [Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA All the way to (NY NY) Touched the Iceberg baby I'll send you under like the Titanic Gun fight romantic Gigantic on the pages Of the hustler trade World reknown for my realness Only the real will feel this Stainless steel is The straps that I'm copulating Touch'em a lady (?) Blow your hand off African stand-off The general Ice the hardest mineral Feel me, a gem correct One thing that I got you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill I shine so bright I blind ya Cross my crew, we'll find ya It's a motherfuckin shame My dominance to this game I live for gun smoke aroma Mack yo' bitch into a coma Two hoes like Noah of every type Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing While half you busters in this damn game are still teething Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it I mean it, every word a brother say Everyday a brother play, kid I politic and parley The fact is I practice Camoflauge to this R & B androgynous Get the most play So I get fly Do a movie - quadruple my cash You just went double platinum Let's see if you last Every word that I say is documented and repeated The truth is, I dropped the raw game, boy believe it I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal Bounced to the Bentley from the prime-it-up Regal Like Biggie says, It's unbelieveable My street pull You even play like step in my way You'll meet my people [Chorus] I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next? While most of y'all busters on your first rolex Been deep in the life kid, since 76 Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented Moves done illegally, carried out strategically Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt You lose it's frightening Hit with 10 indictments Kiss your baby and your wife You're riding kites for life Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through That ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme You might think I'm lying, cool I like that I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back In your stomach, then I'll smile again Don't want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize? Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain't like you The evil I've done, I've got lots of retribution to do That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast So I look to the sky and ask I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I. Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it's a well known fact That true players play the whole map. And we play all the way to (NY NY) [Chorus] |
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