[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
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Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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We grimy, we dirty we New York, New York
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Blood spill around here and don't care about court
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Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
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Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
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Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
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You scared, get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
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Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
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But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
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Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap
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I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
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I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
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Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
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And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
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Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
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And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling
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And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
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Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
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call up the ladens so they blow up the building
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[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
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Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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We grimy, we dirty we New York, New York
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Blood spill around here and don't care about court
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Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
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Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
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Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
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You scared, get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
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I roll up cause it's a hold up
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Aint nothing funny stop smiling
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It be the reason that the crowd piling
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Don't complain and die over a chain
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Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
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You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
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I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
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All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
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Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
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My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
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It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
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Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
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You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
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[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
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Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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We grimy, we dirty we New York, New York
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Blood spill around here and don't care about court
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Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
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Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
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Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
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You scared, get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
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I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
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I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
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Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
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Click clack, ya whole life over
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Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope
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Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke
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I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
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Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
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[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
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Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
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We grimy, we dirty we New York, New York
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Blood spill around here and don't care about court
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Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
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Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
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Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
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You scared, get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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NY NY
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Lloyd Banks |