New York Salute - M.O.P.

M.O.P.

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New York Salute - M.O.P. 歌词

Primetime New York, New York

That's the place where the soldiers die

New York, New York

That's the ghetto ni**a's feelings

New York, New York

That's the niggas that multiply

New York, New York

Yo, where you from, ni**a? New York

When you come through here

Fool, take your jewels off

Cause these niggas is known for

Bumping fools off

And they taking over If your crew's off

You got thugs with machines, assault teams

Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green

Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh

People are blessed, with slugs

That'll eat through your vest

Boriquas for heaters Down to bust

And them New Jers' niggas is down with us

I know you heard about that cop,

Trying to stop a felon

Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum

We welcome, visitors with open arms,

And firearms

And sick terrorists with bombs

And, when you slide through on the VI, son

Pack your bags and don't forget your nine

And have a good time

New York, New York

That's the place where the soldiers die

New York, New York

That's the ghetto ni**a's feelings

New York, New York

That's the niggas that multiply

New York, New York

Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95

Stop, pick up your dogs, tell them, Let's ride

Throw in some du-op sh*t, lean in your car

Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr

It ain't to far once you into VA

F**k with your high-beams

And see who's going your way

Keep your , so the man won't trap you

Now leading the convoy to the Big Apple!

Tell your homies,

F**k that thing dip in the left lane

Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane

You in Deleware, you almost hear

The New Jersey Turnpike,

Is right there right there

Haul-a**, make your backwheels sping

Get in the wind,

Your under a hundered miles in

When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel,

Black, hit me on my box

We on the other side of

That b**ch with Cognac and glocks

Primetime New York, New York

That's the place where the soldiers die

New York, New York

That's the ghetto ni**a's feelings

New York, New York

That's the niggas that multiply

New York, New York

Home, sweet home, ni**a.

Home team, ni**a. Home team. Your home

Ni**a, your home, ni**a. Come on back.

Come on back. Mash Out Posse.

Firing Squad. 99, baby, 99. Hiphop.

Lock it down. One time for

Your mind. Salute, salute. First Family.