Stay Alive In NYC-Memphis Bleek

Yea Yea street life Gutter sh*t Soldier life ni**a Get it right New York City Where I'm from Live are Die Marcy Do what you do Check it out now Yo I'm here to put my thing down Set up shot with coc*ine now Pick off niggas who aint down I'm in the game now Brought a couple of cats from the way down Who know how to slang thows And grimmy niggas who aim wild Who juss want to rep And wet niggas who think foul Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math This crab show me some slab Now I'm tryna get back We played the out skerch Ni**a smoother then my shirt Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked Sh*t he left skid marks I let the clip spark When off in the hood Played the bench till its dark I'm profouned to the drug game A thin line between love and hate Some niggas I love to hate I thought my connect respect me This ni**a got bad words since some haters wet me Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder Check it Yo I'ma soldier to the heart Through my blood line One way to catch a crab is always on his front time I keep a chicken on a bench flippin Grippin I smoke w**d but this sh*t got a ni**a slippin A herb seed burn me, drop the L Spot it through my per-if-u This ni**a tryna murder me Shorty wop jumped in front of me Caught one Blaze back empty empty the roots Through the b**ch niggas, take that Niggaz killed my down b**ch Bust around b**ch I dont know who clapped So I dont hang around Sh*t Lame beat me on the ounce of raw Dominican ni**a Look innocent ni**a F**k it I'ma finish this ni**a Back the coop out the lot Cock one in the drop Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black Got Bleek on alert For the cat who beat me on the stack Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder Yo, Yo Slow money, broke niggas, no w**d One gun And my down b**ch gone Got a ni**a on the run Strip hot Niggas came through Bang shots Have me sleeping in my wheels To the real get got Now I play the cut On some ni**a what sh*t Flip fo-in-dicals For real now who wants it Two blocks from the Jay's this ni**a lay He pump trays Try'n to get the Memph man put away His next option Pack up get out of dodge When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage Too much dro got my eyes low On the creep triple black down Cuz I'ma cripple that clown Spotted him by WoodHall Niggas think the fe-in took off Like he ran track or he played football Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that block Where the hot wips ride Ride slow this ni**a out burning trees Wit a bad b**ch I'ma put his brain on her sleeve I'ts already cocked I move slow up the block Jumped out Made him tounge kiss the glock I Squeeze two And niggas seen this ni**a drop Cold of the street and forever stay hot Motherf**ker Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier