NYC Flow

Crazy, 'cuz i got money now I got that bih' done (Yea) Fightin' niggas (Huh) (Stay with Vegas on the wave) Huh We the ones got the block hot Last nigga had slip, lil' bro knock his top out (Yeah) Man down, now the cops hot (Boom!) D.O.A on the scene, heard a fuck nigga clock out (Bitch) That smoke, they'll get it for free (Huh) He should really stop playin' wit' me If a nigga get sturdy, i'm sprayin' the heat Four pack in the thirty, he blam for me Say "I ain't know nun" then, try to see Young niggas put shit in the land for me 'Bout boat we tap that head for free Murder man, tote drac's ima spray it for Leeke Say Rolo we beatin' the streets Make a nigga tap dance like fancy feet (Bitch) Put the K right where a nigga head would be Ever break our bond, you dead to me (Huh) Say we ain't get back on what? Fuck ass nigga we knock down two Bap ass rapper, you a act like nigga But it won't be long 'fore the squad catch you From B Street, we made y'all move Found new low, put a nigga on the news (Boom!) I'm rollin' n rollin' n rollin' Hop out wit' the Drac' Weild fast a nigga feet get glued Hit ya best friend, he dead now what? Playin' wit' my niggas, now ya mans inna blunt I ain't playin', i ain't sayin' if a man's inna cut Got bands on ya head, hit ya man's he stuck Say they want it with us, we ain't duckin' it's up Go body for body, they ain't fuckin' wit' us If he run up, he get it, i'm fuckin' 'em up Got the clip in this .50 i open it up Nigga know i won't play 'round .762 caliber, ha how the Drac' sound? (Yeah) Nigga run, get chased down (What?) Get tagged in his back, hit his head while his face down What a nigga gotta say now? (Huh) Left a nigga, had slumped on the curb wit' his brain out (Huh) Everybody gon' pay now (Huh) Should've thought of that shit when the last nigga layed down (Huh?!) Fuck dem niggas ima pop my shit (Yeah) Swing in the club, got Glock in this bitch No hezzy, you reach and i'm poppin' the stick That's a fact, bet a nigga gon' drop in this bitch Fuckin' the blick, and it's lockin' my wrist Come wit' a two, i put Jock on a bitch Get her number, she Bootin' we fuckin' again If she do switcheroo, then i'm fuckin' her friend Fuckin' wit' us, if you fuckin' wit' dem Hit his ass close range, and it's blood on my Tim's As the gang bring pain, we gon' take off a limb On a lappia stain, we gon' shoot off ya ear Tryna merge my lane, then his ass meet death No mercy, they don't know 'bout the pain i've felt I was hurtin', overcame wit' the lead i dealt It was brain for a brain, i ain't fold i stept Hoe ass nigga know i'm 'bout murder Throw away dump, watch the bitch hit the curb up We crack all ready, we swerve up Hop out flat, let the switch fuck his nerves up Throw a white flag, man gang gon' burn one Red flag nigga, throw a B if you got one Smokin' on who? bet a hat, you ain't caught none Last Drac' but i just went and got one (Bitch!) Ha, Ha (Ayy) This my NYC Flow This my NYC Flow, yea ain't broke Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah!