[Jay-Z] GeyeahNYMP the realestuhh This is educated thug MU-SICniggaz Life s a battlemean streets eat you alive Blocks ll have youtryin to maintain your course through the potholes and gravel Hot holes and what-have-youtryin to clock dough Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul Through the Hot Applenighttime shots crackle (bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz after youup the avenue Tryin to give you big numbersyou got math to do Tryin to make you miss summershitthat ain t cool I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two Up against the walltryin to pass through Ghost-likehear the cries from the tortured souls Most nightsI hold my toast tightand it goes like Chorus: Jay-Z N.Y.M.P.the realest niggaz N.Y.M.P.the realest niggaz Uhhuh-huh-uh-UHHN.Y.M.P.
the realest Marcy..
Brooklyn..
[Jay-Z] Yo; I come throughgettin moneysittin on twenties Niggaz throwin me shadebut ain t shit sunny Hot shells only thing niggaz could get from me Cocktails thrown in your living roomKA-BOOM I m so confrontational; they shoulda never let me go on probation yo I m a hustler; except that..
no correctional facilities can correct that I took a step backI viewed myselfseen where my head was at It s where that dough is homeygotta get that Gotta get awaysome try but head back Uhhstreet smart niggaz got left back Some diedthey left stacks MeI ball rightand on top of that I m dog nice Jigga been cold as before ice Not before Christbut a long in time Get your mind right niggaz Chorus: Jay-Z N.Y.M.P.the realest Uh-huh-uh-UHHN.Y.M.P.the realest niggaz Uhh uh-huhuh-UHHN.Y.M.P.
the realest niggaz Marcy..
feel me..
[Jay-Z] I looked Death in the face years back I held tears backI gathered myself and stared back I m from where you don t crackthe weak don t live You gotta bounce back homeythe streets don t give I take and rape villageswho gon stop him? Not Rudy Guilianinot Hillary Rodham Still I still pop him Shit I grassy knoll and hilltop himit s all political now I think big when I spit at you now Between my dog and the figuresthe four gonna get cha Between life and deaththey killed my spirit So what little life I got lefty all can expect me to ball I ? myselfteacher said I was a lost cause cause I used to roam them halls Still I spit knowledgedropped out of high schoolskipped college Who woulda thought I d make it "Big" like Ms.
Wallace? Chorus: Jay-Z UhhyeahN.Y.M.P.the realest niggaz Brooklynwhat? N.Y.M.P.the realest niggaz Uhhuh-huh-uh-UHHN.Y.M.P.
the realest niggaz Marcy..
BrooklynN.Y.M.P.
the realestfeel me [Jay-Z] Educatedthug mu-sic niggaz This is Brooklynthis is gangstathis is project Real shitN.Y.M.P.
the realest niggaz MarcyBrooklynstompin grounds with me |
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