[Chorus x2]
[2Pac]
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
aint nuthin seperatin us from a Mac 10
[Prodigy]
I got eleven Mac 11's
Thirty-Eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's
This shit dont end
[Verse]
Im on my New York shit
Mobb Deep nigga, Queens New York shit
Orange box-cutters, that New York shit
Guzzle the whole bottle, thats a New York sip
My baby mom's from Brooklyn, my New York bitch
Got that coke in Broadway, that New York flip
Whole down south love my New York accent
And cheat on they man, for some New York dick
Niggas get mad, im poppin a clip
And pop for the symbol on they New York fitt
With a rusted gun, but this shit still spit
Rubber bands on the handle, the New York grip
[Chorus x2]
[2Pac]
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
aint nuthin seperatin us from a Mac 10
[Prodigy]
I got eleven Mac 11's
Thirty-Eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's
This shit dont end
[Verse]
Get on my New York shit
And show these muthafuckers what a New York is
12 homicides in a New York minute
Take a trip up top, for a New York visit
NYPD, New-York-Pricks-and-Dicks
Heard you runnin with the D's, you a New York snitch
Im tryna make a hundred mill, thats New York rich
Back and forth to Philly with these New York bricks
Niggas get jealous over New York quick
Every hoe wanna know who the New York Kid
With the New York plates, with the bulletproof truck
Better chill or get killed by a New Yorker
[Chorus x3]
[2Pac]
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
aint nuthin seperatin us from a Mac 10
[Prodigy]
I got eleven Mac 11's
Thirty-Eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's
This shit dont end
Sam 23 Déc - 16:20
