Ayo, Em
Did it again
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#ck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
Nah, I can’t play sax or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can c#ck back and blow your bladder out your back
Take that, I’ll show you n#gg#s 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 n#gg#s better stop quelling
And if I get knocked, I’ll make bread on your head by the million
Call up the Ladens, have em Taliban the building
On Veteran’s Day so they don’t blow up the children
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#ck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
I roll up cause it’s a hold up
Ain’t 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 b#tch 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 sh#t, 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
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#ck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
I’m from New York, New York n#gg#s 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 in your work they gon’ buy it? Nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke
I’m back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
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#ck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play
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