Yeah its the Talk Of New York nigga

This is gang bang music





Guns is razors and bitches is faggots

And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits

Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz

You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs

Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same

Alls you do is get a number and you put in change

And that time in the box make your ass insane

Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same





Yo who the illest in recent memory

Mention me heavilly

On these streets and penitentiarys

Spit every breath of me

Only a couple of niggas out there runnin' neck and neck with me

I'm a be on top regardless faggot put that on everything

Wrote a track like a gat to me

Don't let me cock it i'm a opportunist rap, sell it in order to profit

Rap or drug game I rob the workers

We on the block killin' em baby the music is murder

And every year that go by you know it only get worser

I only get better

We clap for the cheddar

They keep thinkin' that lifes a opera

Do dirt get caught send you them coppers

Call me a hood janitor I move with the sweeper

And don't get it twisted homie yeah i'm good with the beaters

Thats what the heat for, here to de-ice you

We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you





Guns is razors and bitches is faggots

And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits

Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz

You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs

Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same

Alls you do is get a number and you put in change

And that time in the box make your ass insane

Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same





Guns is guns if you pull you pussy

Hard bodiest thugs, du rags, jewelry

The Bells is the cops

The Queenies is crack

Michelle is the court

Michael is smack

Uptop is New York

Down bottoms the South

LA LA Land is Cali where they catch you hangin' out

In the sun in the fun like everything good

get your valuables, your life and everything took

Back home to QB that mean Queens Bridge

Drinkin' Henny in your memory this ain't Nas kid

Smokin' that piff thats purple haze

Thats weed thats mixed with a little morphine

Thats dope, thats word to my kids I kill

Even if you just want to fight my bullshit is real

Ah my little mans fiendin' for me to promote him

To a higher rank than where he at at the moment





Guns is razors and bitches is faggots

And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits

Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz

You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs

Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same

Alls you do is get a number and you put in change

And that time in the box make your ass insane

Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same