"New York Life" lyrics - G-UNIT
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My city never sleep, up in New York
Models turn to stars, up in New York
[?] up in New York
Time Square stay lit, up in New York
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Niggas saying that NY hit
[?] on the charts, and 50 still rich
Diddy milking the game, Ciroc was a hit
Harlem nigga with the marketing skills of [?]
NY niggas set trends
Dipset niggas set trends
Never seen so much groupies on a tour buss
The first time I rode Nasty Nas' tour buss
And damn near cried when he signed to Murder Inc
Ja was selling records, I was selling crack on the bench
Ruff Wryders D Block [? ?] DMX and Swizz Beatz
How many MC's must get [?]
Don't make yourself a mark, your soul get lift
And when the ball drop
I'm in a new drop
John Gotti fireworks on the rooftop
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My city never sleep, up in New York
Models turn to stars, up in New York
[?] up in New York
Time Square stay lit, up in New York
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Niggas acting like New York ain't the livest city
Acting like Nas ain't say I remind him of Biggie
Mobb Deep had Shook Ones standing in the crib
M.O.P. had niggas running up in niggas' cribs
The Wu rolling 30 deep, on some grimy shit
Puff and Mase dancing, wearing that shiny shit
I'm stuck on that old Jay, don't ask me how come
I prefer his old shit, I bump his old albums
Reasonable Doubt, Hard Knock Life and the Blueprint
Make me wanna just get money, pimp and shoot shit
When Fab throw a party, all the hoes come out
We ain't [?] on the couch, pouring Patrone in they mouth
[?] wrote I'm a legend
I was gon' [? ?] pop molly and start sweating
Talk wreckless, then appoligise when we press them
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My city never sleep, up in New York
Models turn to stars, up in New York
[?] up in New York
Time Square stay lit, up in New York
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Nigga NY is everything, Diddy Bop, heavy bling
Bright lights, night life, white right from [?]
Moola is an order, shooters on every corner
You ain't [?] tough, find your [?] and your explorer
You come through flexing, leave with one shoe sweating
My knuckles DJ, who want a 1 2 segment?
You dealing with a real nigga from New York
Trinidad, I don't know what the fuck you thought
Nigga, my cake is OK, without that radio play
Book a show date tomorrow, sell it out the same day
I don't wait in club lines, niggas rush me in the party
Can't even walk in these streets, without a [?] from somebody
Yeah look at you cowards, looking sloppy
Chill, my life grand, 'cause shooters keep it a thousand with the [?]
Fronting, we'll pop a wheely like a brand new [?]
Stretch [?] on the hill, with a round from out the Tommy
I'm rapping for these streets, these niggas singing about a molly
I'm still 501, these niggas yoga and [?]
If I ain't in this booth laying vocals, then I'm probably
In my pent house, poking on a mommy
