My city lost but cats make it seem like that ain't a problem
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People talk about New York, New York want to act like it ain't involve them
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I ain't with that, take it back from the town, even got your shit took
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Everything done changed, from the G's to the range to the skateboard to hipsters
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Brooklyn got a little more corporate, shut down the hood then put up office
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If I ain't know no better I'd say they trying to off us
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Let me chill
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Radio telling me to eat, I gotta make better records, ain't tryna play me
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'Cause all I hear is cats kick raps about new Bugattis that drive me crazy
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I can't relate, half these cats don't make no sense
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Everybody sounded dense
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And all messed up
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We're rapping and getting no love in these streets
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Don't nobody want to speak
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So I can see that it's up to me
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To put my city back on its feet
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Where the real NY G's when you need 'em
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All the G's NY be breathing
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Come up out of hiding, back to the writing
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Cats talk reckless, no more sliding
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No more video shot in my city
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Catch a hater in the elevator won't end pretty
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If only this was '92
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Imagine what the hood would do
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DJ's done got soft
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It's hard for the real to pop off
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Gotta put a stop to that
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It's like everybody forgot where rap
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Came from, NY, but I can't let it die
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'Cause it's New York
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But there's a new New York
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Home of the hustlers
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Disrespect and get your head knocked off
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Everybody supposed to represent
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But when it come time to talk
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'Cause it's New York
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But there's a new New York
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Home of the hustlers
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Disrespect and get your head knocked off
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Everybody supposed to represent
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But when it come time to talk
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Yo, this music used to be an anthem
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Now it's a bunch of rappers throwing temper tantrums
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Clouding the art form
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This ain't music G, this is coonery
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On my TV can't believe what they showing me
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I'mma start a petition to bring rap city back
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Got my city on my shoulders like a piggy back
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Really rap went sideways
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Back in my days people kept it real so the game ain't dilate
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Everybody rappin' now, everybody trappin' now
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But that ain't the right sound, put the mic down
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Let a G get it, never dumb down my sound
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I'mma keep it NYC with it, hope NYC with it
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'Cause I do it for y'all, make a call for all my dogs
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I'm the voice of the ghetto, y'all all is when I'm kicking it
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These cats frivolous
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Can't be in the same list, that's the difference
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They staring, its apparent
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I'm the G-O-D, no christening
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All the starters, got to finish them
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And the sound, got to get on track
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New York rap ain't just boom-bap
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Huh, that's real talk
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It got us looking like bad sports
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But I say no more, East Coast so raw
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You and your boss speak up
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Hip hop is dying, it need us
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'Cause it's New York
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But there's a new New York
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Home of the hustlers
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Disrespect and get your head knocked off
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Everybody supposed to represent
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But when it come time to talk
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'Cause it's New York
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But there's a new New York
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Home of the hustlers
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Disrespect and get your head knocked off
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Everybody supposed to represent
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But when it come time to talk
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New New York
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