Talk of New York - Funk Flex & King Von

"From new york straight talk, america's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "word up!" "From new york straight talk... america's best" (Guru) Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against This new york vibe that gets your whole body tense Calm down, listen to a brother who knows Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows Switch-up, change-up, yo pull the range up So we can build on this shit, for real that's how we came up Used to ride the subway trains back and forth Now I push an e-class, four-two-zero of course Still material gains, make one more aware Of all the madness and the civil unrest that's out here I doubt there, is anyplace more complex You can get lost in the sauce, new york'll have you vexed Who's next to get served, herbs'll get knocked off Burning flammable rappers, is how I get my rocks off I pop your top off as if you were the bottle Then I'll drain all your fluid, you're better off playing lotto Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New york we get the money all day everyday "From new york straight talk, america's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "word up!" "From new york straight talk... america's best" (Guru) True if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere That means a lot of rappers, they should stay away from here Cause we still care, about the total artform Niggaz could sell more records but they still can't flip a live forum Plus everybody out here ain't talkin true shit either Mad niggaz is fakin jacks, I don't like them neither But the competition keeps me on point That's why I lamp in the studio composin fresh new joints From the streets, medina, manhattan, staten, p-lawn The struggle continues, everybody wants to be on The rat race, makes this lifestyle fast paced I've loved it since the days of fat shoelace Screwface me all you want, but I'm used to it I'll never give up rep in new york, I'm true to it From forty-deuce to queens, back to east new yi We takin no shorts, and plus we showin no pity Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New york, we get the money all day everyday "From new york... straight talk..." "Yo. i'm. not. new. to. this" "America's best""word up!" "From new york straight talk, america's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "word up!" "From new york straight talk... america's best" (Guru) You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle You wanna battle? well I live in new york So think twice blink twice now your roley and lincoln's gone Don't come into this rap game if you don't belong You won't be on but for a minute anyway You're just a scavenger, you don't live this life everyday Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic Confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing They wanna shut us down, and I say, "shut up clown!" Cause new york is too corrupt and too tough to lay down And just quit, cause mc's out here kick serious lyrics And I come to you, with my infinite spirit Not takin nothin from your hood or your set But gangstarr could be a threat, in new york we rep That's where it comes from, that's why you're feelin it So why supress it, I'd rather be revealin it Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways New york we get the money all day everyday "From new york straight talk... america's best"

It was Christmas Eve, babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in 18 to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you, baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold When the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You told me that Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They'd howl out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks, they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas Day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You're cheap and I've had it Happy Christmas your arse I pray God, it's our last And the boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day I could have been someone Well, so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me, babe I put them with my own I can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you And the boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day