Ny Ny Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

(Chorus - Lloyd Banks) 

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk 

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York 

Blood spill around here and don't care about court 

Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short 

Cause any day can be your day, so don't play 

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK 

You scared, get the f**k out the way 

And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play 

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(Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks) 

Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat 

But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back 

Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap 

I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track 

I told 50 I was going to take it to the top 

Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot 

And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot 

Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops 

And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling 

And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million 

Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building 

? so they blow up the building 

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(Chorus - Lloyd Banks) 

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk 

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York 

Blood spill around here and don't care about court 

Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short 

Cause any day can be your day, so don't play 

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK 

You scared, get the f**k out the way 

And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play 

(Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks) 

I roll up cause it's a hold up 

Aint nothing funny stop smiling 

It be the reason the crowd piling 

Don't complain and die over a chain 

Bang bang gang green neighborhood game 

You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets 

I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff 

All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next 

Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes 

My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting 

It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button 

Just for bluffing, hit for nothing 

You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom 

(Chorus - Lloyd Banks) 

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk 

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York 

Blood spill around here and don't care about court 

Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short 

Cause any day can be your day, so don't play 

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK 

You scared, get the f**k out the way 

And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play 

(Verse 3 - Tony Yayo) 

I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese 

I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease 

Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover 

Click clack, ya whole life over 

Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope 

Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke 

I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby 

Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy 

(Chorus - Lloyd Banks) 

Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk 

We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York 

Blood spill around here and don't care about court 

Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short 

Cause any day can be your day, so don't play 

Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK 

You scared, get the f**k out the way 

And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play