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Ready?
Yeah, you got a good level on it?
Aight

New York, New York, get bent, keep wilding
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Leavin' permanent scars like getting splashed on the Island
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Give me yours or get your manhood tooken
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good lookin'
Yo, what you wanna do with that MAC double-numbered?

Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered
Takin' yours to survive, it's only matter of time
I'm snatchin, livin' grimy, run and never look back
The root of evil got me actin' like that
Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat
I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
Since my born, I was doomed, confined to one room
Now you's a customer
Coppin' from natural-born hustlers
That's what he thought, son
Stupid kid, you get extorted

Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
New York, New York, get bent, keep wilding
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Leavin' permanent scars like getting splashed on the Island
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Give me yours or get your manhood tooken
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good lookin'

Open your eyes, get wise, and look alive, pay attention
I'm manifestin', my slugs be leavin' n***as guessin'
You tried to graduate, but didn't know enough lessons
Time is of the essence, and yours is runnin' out
Fast, you won't last livin' out your life like that
You should've got down with my crew
Slingin' crack international
But instead, you wanna merge with the rivals
And moves like that could end up homicidal
You suicidal, and I'm (Alive on arrival)
Play the drug game with precision
And never with division, I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot n***as snitchin', givin' info
We'll do a drive-by in a stolen black Pinto
With tinted windows, bullets will flurry through your system
Your man ran, lucky for him, because we missed him
We'll catch him on the rebound, but see now
I'm tryna make this money and you tryna stop me, what's it gonna be now?
You stand up to my crew and get laid down
On the ground with the big four pound
You hear the sound on the other side of town
Where caps get peeled
Break you off, love, love, give you somethin' to feel
The money, the money, the money, the money

You don't have to tell me twice
I know when to chill when I have to
But if I have to, I'll still clap you
I'll crack through your fortress
You couldn't hold it down, so you lost it
No crew could withstand the forces
Never second-guess me, just bless me, stop smilin'
Bodies stackin', dead presidents pilin'
We wildin', lifted, terror three sixes
They got a petition for my conviction
Rise to the occasion
When it's time for blazin' on the 41st side
n***as is cravin' for beef, we can handle it
It ain't nothin' 'cause we been through it
Ayy, yo, kid, the hood, we ran through it
Since young
It used to be candy, but now it's guns
Stickin' n***as, son, my job ain't done

Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money

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