CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rotten Apple
New York will force the best to come outta you or force you to fold up
Chorus: Big Twins:
Clappin', New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappin', clappo, Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple
I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in your heart. (x2). New York, New York!
Verse 1: Big Twins:
The place of Hip-Hop (yeah), I'm glad to be a part of it I hope my sh*t pop
Millions of people, or probably got more rats (word), wild as a kid I loved runnin' in train tracks (what up!)
Everybody hustlin', tryna get the bills paid, don't f**k with the Bloods, thun, probably get the Crips sprayed
Everybody mad walk around witta att**ude (what up?), don't owe a n***a money, thun, hе'd probably get at you (yeah, man)
But it's good times еspecially summertime (word), shorty's all bad (what up, ma?), they'll blow your mind
The rent is all high you gotta have chips, to live in NY, you gotta do it big (daa!)
In the city I was born I wanna die in, and the cops is reckless they start firin' (brah!)
We got any drug you can never want, and we start the drama before y'all n***as front
Chorus
Verse 2: Prodigy:
Oh sh*t them boys comin', man f**k them n***as, shoot at them n***as (braah!), let's take 'em home, let's go, yeah
I give you nightmares you'd be happy it was just a dream, you wake up thankin' God that it wasn't real, P Krueger, who will stalk you in your sleep like Freddy plus I see you in real life, your legs turn spaghetti
I can stop your accounts like the IRS, I said you can't punk no more, not as dead
This the new sh*t for 2020, we made it to the future, thank God for lovin', the head n***a in charge, the Infamous notorious gang, your girl love my hoodie, so I gave it to her, mane ayy!
P***o flick, she wanted wild for the night I gave her all o' this, NYC, real bad boy fixin' n***as, with these tools on my belt call Sunny get the hitters
I'll burn yo' mama house down, with that b*t*h in it, you flipped on me, time to pay you a visit, uh
Chorus
Chorus: Big Twins:
Clappin', New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappin', clappo, Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple
I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in your heart. (x2). New York, New York!
Verse 1: Big Twins:
The place of Hip-Hop (yeah), I'm glad to be a part of it I hope my sh*t pop
Millions of people, or probably got more rats (word), wild as a kid I loved runnin' in train tracks (what up!)
Everybody hustlin', tryna get the bills paid, don't f**k with the Bloods, thun, probably get the Crips sprayed
Everybody mad walk around witta att**ude (what up?), don't owe a n***a money, thun, hе'd probably get at you (yeah, man)
But it's good times еspecially summertime (word), shorty's all bad (what up, ma?), they'll blow your mind
The rent is all high you gotta have chips, to live in NY, you gotta do it big (daa!)
In the city I was born I wanna die in, and the cops is reckless they start firin' (brah!)
We got any drug you can never want, and we start the drama before y'all n***as front
Chorus
Verse 2: Prodigy:
Oh sh*t them boys comin', man f**k them n***as, shoot at them n***as (braah!), let's take 'em home, let's go, yeah
I give you nightmares you'd be happy it was just a dream, you wake up thankin' God that it wasn't real, P Krueger, who will stalk you in your sleep like Freddy plus I see you in real life, your legs turn spaghetti
I can stop your accounts like the IRS, I said you can't punk no more, not as dead
This the new sh*t for 2020, we made it to the future, thank God for lovin', the head n***a in charge, the Infamous notorious gang, your girl love my hoodie, so I gave it to her, mane ayy!
P***o flick, she wanted wild for the night I gave her all o' this, NYC, real bad boy fixin' n***as, with these tools on my belt call Sunny get the hitters
I'll burn yo' mama house down, with that b*t*h in it, you flipped on me, time to pay you a visit, uh
Chorus
