Memphis Bleek

Memphis Bleek - Stay Alive In Nyc songtekst

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Yea street life
 Gutter shit
 Soldier life nigga
 Get it right
 New York City
 Where I'm from
 Live are Die
 Marcy
 Do what you do

 Check it out now
 Yo I'm here to put my thing down
 Set up shot with cocaine now
 Pick off niggas who aint down
 I'm in the game now
 Brought a couple of cats from the way down
 Who know how to slang thows
 And grimmy niggas who aim wild
 Who juss want to rep
 And wet niggas who think foul
 Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math
 This crab show me some slab
 Now I'm tryna get back
 We played the out skerch
 Nigga smoother then my shirt
 Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
 Shit he left skid marks
 I let the clip spark
 When off in the hood
 Played the bench till its dark
 I'm profouned to the drug game
 A thin line between love and hate
 Some niggas I love to hate
 I thought my connect respect me
 This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me

 Chorus 4x's
 To stay alive in New York City
 To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder

 Check it
 Yo I'ma soldier to the heart
 Through my blood line
 One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
 I keep a chicken on a bench flippin
 Grippin
 I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin
 A herb seed burn me, drop the L
 Spot it through my per-if-u
 This nigga tryna murder me
 Shorty wop jumped in front of me
 Caught one
 Blaze back empty empty the roots
 Through the bitch niggas, take that
 Niggaz killed my down bitch
 Bust around bitch
 I dont know who clapped
 So I dont hang around
 Shit
 Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
 Dominican nigga
 Look innocent nigga
 Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga
 Back the coop out the lot
 Cock one in the drop
 Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black
 Got Bleek on alert
 For the cat who beat me on the stack

 Chorus 4x's
 To stay alive in New York City
 To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder

 Yo, Yo
 Slow money, broke niggas, no weed
 One gun
 And my down bitch gone
 Got a nigga on the run
 Strip hot
 Niggas came through
 Bang shots
 Have me sleeping in my wheels
 To the real get got
 Now I play the cut
 On some nigga what shit
 Flip fo-in-dicals
 For real now who wants it
 Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay
 He pump trays
 Try'n to get the Memph man put away
 His next option
 Pack up get out of dodge
 When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
 Too much dro got my eyes low
 On the creep triple black down
 Cuz I'ma cripple that clown
 Spotted him by WoodHall
 Niggas think the fe-in took off
 Like he ran track or he played football
 Hot day and everybody outside
 I'ma catch him on that block
 Where the hot wips ride
 Ride slow this nigga out burning trees
 Wit a bad bitch
 I'ma put his brain on her sleeve
 I'ts already cocked
 I move slow up the block
 Jumped out
 Made him tounge kiss the glock
 I Squeeze two
 And niggas seen this nigga drop
 Cold of the street and forever stay hot
 Motherfucker

 Chorus 4x's
 To stay alive in New York City
 To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC, Island Def Jam Music Group

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Coming of Age (1999)

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