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The Mecca
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Styles P, Ghostface Killah & Remy Ma
Featuring(s) : Nas, Dave East & Rahdamusprime
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Now I'm on my way to the big city I'm going to New York 40-Year-Old Version The Mecca Yo the Bronx It's on you It's Harlem What! (what) Let them know, the Mecca B.K., the Mecca all day, huh Yao, Shaolin, Shaolin, huh The Mecca, Yonkers! Y-O Queens [Nas] I write, the page starts, vision [?] that Visions from all sorts of beings till life stop You see in the right part, paranormal pen The Conjuring, I'm convinced It could be spirits in the jewelry I'm shining in I take a hand-written card before I donna give A love letter, thanks to my grandmothers Were saying they thought I was crazy Now I see fortune favors the bold, they made me Stay dangerously and search through guidance Spiritual gangsta, you know how we slidin' Life's a Rosary beads, I know the code of the streets But where would I be if they wasn't looking over me My life's been a better life since I left that life Beyond my type [?] my life is your life coach Seperate revenue streams, whatcho sayin' Even my chain gave birth to every chain in the game [Dave East] They suffer from delusions of grandeur Don't get caught with your pants off Now we run hard you got extorted cuz you ran soft Holdin' [?] with DVD I'm watching for T.M.Z, the lone order I saw was on T.N.T Driving like it's Nascar Old school, top down, the rag off C-town worker, I'm dropping the bags off Every week the car switch Just left [?], eating aki and swordfish Where I'm from, it get dark quick I know I gotta packages sending like Ochoa brothers Don't matter what you sell and you'll be like cartel I have visions up in a mansion But we're stuck in a small cell I'm fortunate to say I know ya'll well Now you sign me (my nigga) With no prob, fair move Wu-Tang Stapleton, Ghostface co-sign Killah Tony Stark, Pablo, Esco, Pinero In a room full of weed and platinum rob 'em like DeNiro [Styles P] Welcome to the Mecca Home of the homeboy Home of the homegirl Home of the mic-checker Welcome to the Mecca Home of the king and queen Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors Welcome to the Mecca The city never sleeps And the shit is like a movie my niggas is directors Welcome to the Mecca New York city where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it [Remy Ma] Where I'm from, the liquor store is next door to the church and Couldn't use the pizza shop bathroom with no purchase Everyone was hurting, nobody was working Sheets in the windows, couldn't afford curtains Bum dude cut my face, just one of my burdens Took my own stitches out, no insurance and no surgeon Now I take private jets on excursions Now I got a Birkin, now I got a daughter And she a whole person, she the whole purpose Now I be trying to write my rhymes with no curses Ten years from now, don't want her on the web searching Seeing mom half-naked on the stage twerking Nope, the views ain't worth it I'm prepping for the day she asks mommy why they say you shot a person? Remy ain't perfect But if you ain't from the streets, my life could be little hard to interpret Take the top layer off, right below the surface I'm so New York, just a 40-year-old version [Styles P] Ghost, I'm a god to you gods, so what's the king to me? When I made it off of poverty bars I was selling dope when you had Monopoly cards I was dirt poor, now you see the property large New sweatsuit, fat knot, Glock in the palm Took a yacht from the Bahamas, docked in the ponds I'm from New York, new thoughts burn like Newports I don't f*ck with rap dudes, a lot of them too soft Trying to get me the mall to smoke in the food court Dog food and a new Porsche With two pretty bitches that'll shoot at you soon as you snooze off Nah, dog, I'm legit now Forest green 6 with the AMG kit when I skip town f*ck a foreign car and an Audemars I'm trying to get it like I'm Randolph and Mortimer Duke, yeah that shit in your drop box cute But you p*ssy, you should put it on mute [Styles P] Welcome to the Mecca Home of the homeboy Home of the homegirl Home of the mic-checker Welcome to the Mecca Home of the king and queen Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors Welcome to the Mecca The city never sleeps And the shit is like a movie my niggas is directors Welcome to the Mecca New York city where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it [Ghostface Killah] Yo, Wizard of Oz I push bars and seminars [?] earners back to Panama A gangster's memoir, pinky ring, no chain Used to sit in Cristal baths, watch Soul Train To all my enemies, I'll shoot up your embassy Starks go off your energy, 44's the remedy A sit and just grin while embracing my pen I shot between sharp walls never scraping my fins This is the moment, the CDC verse stop the Covid Been in big dice games, never hesitating to roll it I was taught to just shoot that shit, never to show it Strangle the witness, slit the throat of a culprit Ultra black's your toast, holy ghost, a blacksmith Know niggas that'll cremate you, smoke your ashes Two pulls and pass it, then ask a nigga how he taste, fantastic [Styles P] Welcome to the Mecca Home of the homeboy Home of the homegirl Home of the mic-checker Welcome to the Mecca Home of the king and queen Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors Welcome to the Mecca The city never sleeps And the shit is like a movie my niggas is directors Welcome to the Mecca New York city where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it
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