Nems, Dave East, Scram Jones and Uncle Murda - NY Is Killing Me

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing me

Ah ah ah ah
Brooklyn
Might clothes line a yuppie off a city bike, bop haha

Yo, just got back from tour, still spending Euros (ching)
10 bands in the hood for my cousins murals
City workers give up 20 years of they life
And still can't afford to pay a mortgage in the 5 boroughs (God damn)
Ferazano damn near 20 dollars (what the fuck is that?)
Fuck your over time and your shitty hours (take that back)
We buyin' in to what should be ours
I say CI that's not Central Islip or City Isles (it's Coney Island)
They tryin' to turn the projects in to condos (get the fuck outta here)
Fuck gentrification fuck it, what do I know?
It's like taking the gorilla out the Congo
I been here 30 years now where the fuck do I go?
15 island Newports and, On the bottom they got the fake New York stamp
I might stomp an outer towner out just for spite
And have him callin' to his momma like

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing me

Weed legal now, free that nigga Rallo
Niggas in New York drillin' shit like this is Chicago
On my hip is where I still keep my hammer at
These young boys be keepin' they guns in they fanny pack
Everybody gang gang I don't know who is who (who?)
He screamin' Blood he screamin' Crip he screamin' Woo (huh?)
Scammers trappin' on the Ave in front of the deli
That ain't zaza in that bag you sellin' that's regi (you cappin')
$200 for a fake vaccination card
Got one for my bitch the government tried to take her job (we lit)
Fuck the new Mayor I don't like his politics he black
But he a racist he tryna bring back stop and frisk
New York City stopped prosecuting prostitution
They investigating niggas in the Bronx that be shootin' (free K Fly)
This year hard is Murder
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing me

New York City the grittiest Diamond District watches the prettiest (beautiful)
Out of town I adapt but I'm on some city shit (New York)
Fresh out the precinct this season it's always Timb boots
Benz coupes parked up on Dikeman pick up my kids food (skrrt)
Bing bong, army jacket liner look like Vietnam
Illmatic with a pill habit shits help me sleep calm
The park or the apple where the tourists get nervous
Cars in traffic cut you off on purpose scream "fuck outta here"
Larry Merchant couldn't prepare you for the rumble (nah)
Nycha abbreviation for the jungle
The youth got the drill vibes, it's still live
Catch your op goin' live and let 'em watch him lose his life in real time
Real LOX baby, Ruff Ryders plus the Terror Squad, Diplomats
50, Banks and Yayo, H.O.V. And Nas
Fnm bullets they got manicures they blue tip (all blue)
Flex, Clue, Angie Martinez shout out to Whoo Kid

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing me

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing me

Written by:
David Brewster, Leonard Carl Grant, Marc Shemer, Travis Doyle

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