เนื้อเพลง Stay Alive in Nyc - Memphis Bleek
เนื้อเพลง Stay Alive in Nyc
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter sh*t
Soldier life n*gga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo I'm here to put my thing down
Set up shot with c*caine now
Pick off n*ggas who aint down
I'm in the game now
Brought a couple of cats from the way down
Who know how to slang thows
And grimmy n*ggas who aim wild
Who juss want to rep
And wet n*ggas 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
N*gga smoother then my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
Sh*t he left skid marks
I let the clip spark
When off in the hood
Played the bench till its dark
I'm profouned to the drug game
A thin line between love and hate
Some n*ggas I love to hate
I thought my connect respect me
This n*gga got bad words since some haters wet me
[Chorus 4x's]
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
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 sh*t got a n*gga slippin
A herb seed burn me, drop the L
Spot it through my per-if-u
This n*gga tryna murder me
Shorty wop jumped in front of me
Caught one
Blaze back empty empty the roots
Through the b*tch n*ggas, take that
N*ggaz killed my down b*tch
Bust around b*tch
I dont know who clapped
So I dont hang around
Sh*t
Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
Dominican n*gga
Look innocent n*gga
F*ck it I'ma finish this n*gga
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
[Chorus 4x's]
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
Yo, Yo
Slow money, broke n*ggas, no weed
One gun
And my down b*tch gone
Got a n*gga on the run
Strip hot
N*ggas came through
Bang shots
Have me sleeping in my wheels
To the real get got
Now I play the cut
On some n*gga what sh*t
Flip fo-in-dicals
For real now who wants it
Two blocks from the Jay's this n*gga 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 WoodHall
N*ggas 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 n*gga out burning trees
Wit a bad b*tch
I'ma put his brain on her sleeve
I'ts already cocked
I move slow up the block
Jumped out
Made him tounge kiss the glock
I Squeeze two
And n*ggas seen this n*gga drop
Cold of the street and forever stay hot
Motherf*cker
[Chorus 4x's]
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier