NYC Flow

Crazy, 'cuz i got money now
I got that bih' done (Yea)
Fightin' niggas (Huh)
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)
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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
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