(feat. Dedi)



Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York



[Sadat X]

A 21 gun salute ain't nearly enough

For some ol' shit this rough

Dedi, oh baby boy watch this picture

As we escape from New York we'll see a whole lot of fiction

Drug dealers wanna be rappers and rappers frontin' drugs

Big williness and sillyness if ya still in that room

You be tyin' up the knot on Ma dude on the floor

Tell ya I'm chillin' out here, the great X has gone dolo

Shotgun partner D.R., bring that thing P.R.

So we can swing P.R., together us three we are

Tryin' to keep pace in the great rap race

New York's a crazy place, my girl just caught a case

If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring some proof and it's on

My hands now on, no higher than the warden

Came to lace up the wax with Pete and D.R. crew

From the furniture and shelf to the rollin' cliffs of Dover



[Hook x2]

Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk

But can ya walk the walk New York, New York

40 guns and playas, money, sex and rhyme sayers



[Dedi]

And I'm out, I'm reachin' for the bigger and the better

More advanced to the letter, type excessive with the pressure

Escapin' like some brothers with triple life

AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan

For real though, I wanna get this dough on the strip yo

The next plateau, movin' up young fuck a ho

And take it slow cause that's the only way to flow

I rock a show and it's back to the rest so

Stay out of my zone cause I'm stressin' effects

Seekin' stacks of those plaques

And the bommin' twenty sacks

Relax maybe when I'm lewd and lampooned

In my mansion dirty dancin' like Ace and Buchanan, jammin'

Totally the opposite of famine

Today's slammin' and you know I got to have the cannon

For all those that talk the talk

But can ya walk the walk

Escape from New York



[Hook x2]



[Sadat X]

Ah hell the great X has turned to king

Let the caged birds sing

And let the gauge take the stage

Life's a hard hump for the average man

Especially cause my skin's much darker than tan

Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram

Now ya wanna front and act like you don't know about the fam

But I know what cha' doin' to me, ya can't win

Escape from New York don't bring ya ass back again



[Dedi]

So here we are, the X man, P.R. and the baby Paul

On the premises, mission is to finish this

The bonafide buggin' mic muggin' steady buggin'

Breakin' backs with stacks and no fear

Solid like stone and the family's sly

Buy and sell, live well and make bail

The single pop, hip-hop or mingle life

Just for the sport, escape from New York



[Hook x2]