NY Is Killing Me

New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me Ah ah ah ah Brooklyn Might clothes line a yuppie off a city bike, bop haha Yo, just got back from tour, still spending Euros (ching) 10 bands in the hood for my cousins murals City workers give up 20 years of they life And still can't afford to pay a mortgage in the 5 boroughs (God damn) Ferazano damn near 20 dollars (what the f*ck is that?) F*ck your over time and your shitty hours (take that back) We buyin' in to what should be ours I say CI that's not Central Islip or City Isles (it's Coney Island) They tryin' to turn the projects in to condos (get the f*ck outta here) F*ck gentrification f*ck it, what do I know? It's like taking the gorilla out the Congo I been here 30 years now where the f*ck do I go? 15 island Newports and, On the bottom they got the fake New York stamp I might stomp an outer towner out just for spite And have him callin' to his momma like New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me Weed legal now, free that nigga Rallo Niggas in New York drillin' shit like this is Chicago On my hip is where I still keep my hammer at These young boys be keepin' they guns in they fanny pack Everybody gang gang I don't know who is who (who?) He screamin' Blood he screamin' Crip he screamin' Woo (huh?) Scammers trappin' on the Ave in front of the deli That ain't zaza in that bag you sellin' that's regi (you cappin') $200 for a fake vaccination card Got one for my bitch the government tried to take her job (we lit) F*ck the new Mayor I don't like his politics he black But he a racist he tryna bring back stop and frisk New York City stopped prosecuting prostitution They investigating niggas in the Bronx that be shootin' (free K Fly) This year hard is Murder And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me New York City the grittiest Diamond District watches the prettiest (beautiful) Out of town I adapt but I'm on some city shit (New York) Fresh out the precinct this season it's always Timb boots Benz coupes parked up on Dikeman pick up my kids food (skrrt) Bing bong, army jacket liner look like Vietnam Illmatic with a pill habit shits help me sleep calm The park or the apple where the tourists get nervous Cars in traffic cut you off on purpose scream "f*ck outta here" Larry Merchant couldn't prepare you for the rumble (nah) Nycha abbreviation for the jungle The youth got the drill vibes, it's still live Catch your op goin' live and let 'em watch him lose his life in real time Real LOX baby, Ruff Ryders plus the Terror Squad, Diplomats 50, Banks and Yayo, H.O.V. And Nas Fnm bullets they got manicures they blue tip (all blue) Flex, Clue, Angie Martinez shout out to Whoo Kid New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me New York was killing me