NY NY - Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York

Blood spill around here and don’t care about court

Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short

Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way

And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat

But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back

Take that, I’ll show you niggaz how to rap

I’m crack, that’s snowy white powder on the track

I told 50 I was going to take it to the top

Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot

And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot

Ain’t nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops

And speaking’bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling

And if I get knocked, I’ll make bread on your head by the million

Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building

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so they blow up the building

Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York

Blood spill around here and don’t care about court

Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short

Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way

And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

I roll up cause it’s a hold up Aint nothing funny stop smiling

It be the reason the crowd piling

Don’t complain and die over a chain

Bang bang gang green neighborhood game

You know me I’m slipper as them baggy sweets

I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff

All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next

Cause I got the bunny’s with them fatties yes

My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting

It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button

Just for bluffing, hit for nothing

You can bust him, it don’t matter the vehicle custom

Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York

Blood spill around here and don’t care about court

Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short

Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way

And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

I’m from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese

I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease

Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover

Click clack, ya whole life over

Baking soda and your work they go’buy it, nope

Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke

I’m back baby, mad hype like a crack baby

Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy

Don’t talk tough talker unless you walk the walk

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York

Blood spill around here and don’t care about court

Take a pack and bring it back and don’t come up short

Cause any day can be your day, so don’t play

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way

And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play