New York City Lyrics - Troy Ave

Aye yo, times is hard, but we get through it 

And even though it's crimes involved, we had to do 'em 

By any means, Malcolm X marks the spot 

I went from ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a drop 

The road to success for me was real gritty 

Wasn't no stress for me, don't feel pity 

Life is a bitch and she sure ain't pretty 

And I'mma do me anyway, nigga 

Cause I'm from New York City 

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I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills 

A young prodigy when it come to drug deals 

In New York I get blood money 

Dirty cash bought my matte black Jeep 

I used to skip out on cabs 

Went from givin' no dough to given limos to get to shows 

Either way I'm driven - this shit shows 

Spit flows like Bō, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo' 

Drinkin' champagne out the bottle 

Young Crisco, pop it, hop in, let's politic, ditto 

Same niggas sayin' "time to get this money" 

They've been the same niggas sayin' that for years, still hungry 

New discussion: New York artists wanna be southern 

The city's lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin' 

It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here after 

But Kendrick Lamar's just a weirdo rapper 

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We went from Uzis to elephant guns 

Small pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big forties 

Sittin' back in the 'hood - good, nigga, good 

Retrievin' every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood 

You know we specialists at nighttime 

Call us the poisonous pumpers 

Who run up on these niggas like Nightline 

The arsonists and good vines 

That means the wares is amazing - assignment, baby, since '89 

Creepin' through hallways, big laundry bags 

Four Ks - handle them niggas, now jam niggas 

Fuck they gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum 

Cause you could never represent the money team 

We smash faces, flash bracelets, that's the basic 

Don't get smacked in your mouth with 45 razors 

Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' with all coverage 

Get 'em young Troy - What? He fucked with us 

You know how I steady rock - New York City bop 

Used to slang grainy rock - war on the petty block 

Back-to-back cases 

Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases 

No, we ain't erase this 

Spades hand, aces - out of town papers 

Luck's all Vegas - herb shit, Avis 

I graduated from the street life accordingly 

Said my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly 

I been shot niggas since 14 

I've been to war, mean - got guns from Fort Greene 

I exorted niggas - I was the re-up man 

I gave the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga 

King flow, used to get coke from Domingo 

Get up in the old folks' home, he's playin' bingo 

He sold it for 10, but I got him for cinco 

Safe in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow 

The life and times of a New York Nigga, we very different 

Please pardon my aggression, but move from my vision 

With that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off 

You blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my belt 

I'm forcin' myself to be chill 

Listen to them journalists, get yourself killed 

They ain't never lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it 

They hide behind aliases and talk rowdy 

From behind a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg 

If I see you in the flesh you'll be shook 

Like a martini - I know they tired of me 

I know they wish I would die already, but I'm very dope 

I'm so cold, you should get your February coat 

That NY shit, you niggas got warm hearts 

No offense, but I'll tear you apart 

No matter which part of the map you reppin', get your weapon