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Memphis Bleek Coming Of Age Stay Alive in NYC Yea, Yea street life Gutter shit Soldier life nigga Get it right New York City Where I'm from Live are Die Marcy Do what you do Check it out now Yo I'm here to put my thing down Set up shot with cocaine now Pick off niggas who aint down I'm in the game now Brought a couple of cats from the way down Who know how to slang thows And grimmy niggas who aim wild Who juss want to rep And wet niggas who think foul Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math This crab show me some slab Now I'm tryna get back We played the out skerch Nigga smoother then my shirt Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked Shit he left skid marks I let the clip spark When off in the hood Played the bench till its dark I'm profouned to the drug game A thin line between love and hate Some niggas I love to hate I thought my connect respect me This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me [Chorus 4x's] To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder Check it Yo I'ma soldier to the heart Through my blood line One way to catch a crab is always on his front time I keep a chicken on a bench flippin Grippin I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin A herb seed burn me, drop the L Spot it through my per-if-u This nigga tryna murder me Shorty wop jumped in front of me Caught one Blaze back empty empty the roots Through the bitch niggas, take that Niggaz killed my down bitch Bust around bitch I dont know who clapped So I dont hang around Shit Lame beat me on the ounce of raw Dominican nigga Look innocent nigga Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga Back the coop out the lot Cock one in the drop Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black Got Bleek on alert For the cat who beat me on the stack [Chorus 4x's] To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder Yo, Yo Slow money, broke niggas, no weed One gun And my down bitch gone Got a nigga on the run Strip hot Niggas came through Bang shots Have me sleeping in my wheels To the real get got Now I play the cut On some nigga what shit Flip fo-in-dicals For real now who wants it Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay He pump trays Try'n to get the Memph man put away His next option Pack up get out of dodge When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage Too much dro got my eyes low On the creep triple black down Cuz I'ma cripple that clown Spotted him by WoodHall Niggas think the fe-in took off Like he ran track or he played football Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that block Where the hot wips ride Ride slow this nigga out burning trees Wit a bad bitch I'ma put his brain on her sleeve I'ts already cocked I move slow up the block Jumped out Made him tounge kiss the glock I Squeeze two And niggas seen this nigga drop Cold of the street and forever stay hot Motherfucker [Chorus 4x's] To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier |
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