Listen to Big City of Dreams (feat. Troy Ave, Push!, Meyhem Lauren & AG Da Coroner) by Statik Selektah

Big City of Dreams (feat. Troy Ave, Push!, Meyhem Lauren & AG Da Coroner)

Statik Selektah

Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Composer

Lyrics

New York, New York New York, New York In the hood they love us New York, New York Big City New York, New York New York is still the same The name's Troy Ave, I'm about my ones If niggas want static, I select my guns Got a ACP, that's for burgularing And a .38 Speez, that's for murdering?, I'll take your life But I'm giving out the raw at a takers price I shake the dice with my freedom and yikes Nightmare on fed street, I get the chills at night Chinchilla on the ground, furthermore I'm around All the bullshit at parties, Biggie don't make a sound (Shhhhh!) That's a moment of silence Loud pack, loud gats, here go the violence Just another day in the hood, what the fuck I'm busy selling yay in the hood, getting bucks Milwaukee on 'em, fuck that get New Yorkie on 'em A little dog food, dope swag shawty on 'em I ain't have to ride a nigga coattails I came up off a crack rock and coke sales New York City, I'mma restore order Cause most these rap niggas is suckas and whore [orders?] Bunch of suckas for love, I put on the glove And picked up the Snub, and started shooting, fuck is the love It ain't none, cause most of these lame niggas is faggots Bunch of my sons, I need to claim 'em on taxes Since it been a war on drugs, it been a war on me The pigs don't want me bringing bacon home apparently I'm Dorner of the corners Sending all the formers to the ner Counting drug money is euphoria Started out selling nickels Just to get a fistful Now it's 600 every fiscal Still distribute yay like Def Jam And I still will shoot hoops through ya chest man I'm the epitome of everything that the city is My team is official while you run with them idiots Couple years back, wasn't taking it serious Got my mind right, now the buzzing is furious Attitude rude like a chick on her period Red leather jacket, Eddie Murphy Delirious Big names looking at me, niggas is curious Don't trust a soul, mama raised me delirious Found a good wifey, little baby the prettiest The place where I'm from made me one of the grittiest The hand we were dealt, it was one of the shittiest I'm ill with the words nigga one of the wittiest, fuck with me Get found slumped in the tub like Whitney Africa spears hit you, the Black Britney would clap with me Stand in front of the court and bring Shaq with me Scrap with me, brought them Corleone contracts with me Cocaine champions, Kelly K companionship Charismatic with my fabric, flowing like my hammer spit Fully auto, raw blow, watches from [Torno?] Everything's the same, it's not a game, just now we tour though Double shine, overtime grind, we getting more dough Still smack 'em in the face and choke 'em out to let a nigga know I put my fucking hands around your neck just like a figaro Hard body everything, bought the block a wedding ring I'm in love with this lifestyle, entice wild Fuck them, I'm living it right now, we might smile But ain't shit comical, moving economical Loyal to the man that's in the mirror cause I honor you Thinking crazy, being on point, that's what the drama do If I don't hit ya face then I'mma touch something abdominal Nothing's accidental, execute and plan wins Cause everyday I'm tryna get a new buck like tan Timbs Laurenovich
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