Stay Alive In Nyc Lyrics - Coming Of Age - Memphis Bleek

Yeah, yeah street life, gutter shit 

Get real y'all 

Soldier life nigga 

Get it right 

New York City where I'm from 

Live or 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 ain't 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 just 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 profound 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 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

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 don't know who clapped so I don't 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 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

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 Wood Hall, 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 it's already cocked 

I move slow up the block, jumped out 

Made him tonge kiss the glock 

I Squeeze two and niggas seen this nigga drop 

Cold of the street and forever stay hot motherfucker 

To stay alive in New York City 

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier 

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