Lettin' niggas talk that 'New York, New York' shit That's where I'm from, man, what the fuck's the deal? No doubt, motherfucker, what the fucks the deal, man? Word up, fagot ass niggas, man Niggas in New York be lettin' niggas shit on 'em First you drinkin' snapple, now you drinkin' Moe 'Cuz you livin' ain't no reason for you to be shittin', fagot Word, fagot ass, go getcha guns Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin' Go get some water for my aspirin My life fashion, gold chains guns and cashin' I'm askin', do I got to be king for action? Fuck a playa fame, New York is still the same A Queens thang, representin', Flush reigns supreme It's a scheme, overpower ya team wit cream Man, you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence? With fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidence I'm bringin' it, tired of niggas sittin' back and seein' it Escape through the light, penetrate streets is trife Representin' from the lands with the guns and good smoke Heavy shine, poppin' them lines and cut throats Don't provoke or get your team smoke for broke And no joke, you just a boy You not bad enough to compete to challenge us Bustin' off the guns wit the silencers Word, New York, New York, big city of dreams Comin' from Queens, where we don't get caught up in between Wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin' sex Takin' off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest South east to west, bustin' straight slugs through your vest Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' It's time to dead your whole situation New York is full of murderers, guns and court cases Baggin' wit razors bring me no-chaser, that be that wasteland flavor It's major, vibratin' through the states like a pager Whose the one to blame when you get stuck for gold chains? Shootin' close range, half of these niggas died in the game It's a city thing, blastin' at cops by all means Keep it real throughout out Queens, catchin' jooks for cream On the tap phone, fuckin' wit niggas that's far from home G-S's chrome, makin' power moves like Capone Shits zone, fuckin' wit this nigga, Flush holds his own Guaranteed to blow, puffin' on the trees, do I go way low? Kidnappin' children for dough, that's how it go Place a criminal minds, traces are hard to find To commit crime, half of these niggas is droppin' dimes Here the time, blowin' your block just like a mine Flushing design, keep my neck flooded wit shine I'm out to get it, you feel somethin' sweet Go getcha heat and your peeps And findin' body parts on the streets Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste