New York (Explicit)

New York (Explicit) - Angel Haze

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I'm running running through the jungle

Running like a slave through the underground tunnel

Told y'all niggas that I'd get these b**ches

Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches

I am lyrical intrusion

You b**ches can't see me like I'm really an illusion

I hop up on your face and do my motherf**king two-step

Till I knock the meat out like a motherf**king toothpick

Uh I'm nasty ni**a like Nas like Kim like Cassie pictures

Like I'm f**king Chris Stokes or that Raz-B ni**a

Or the skin on the feet of a ashy ni**a

I am whatever they say I am

Bumping like the asses on them thick b**ches at Stadium

F**k them other b**ches I sound better in the place of them

I killed this sh*t this the motherf**king requiem

Sick b**ch chicken noodle soup face

Calls from overseas like a motherf**king crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt

Rooftop Brooklyn made this sh*t in Covert

I run New York I run New York

I am zero past a hundred spitting like a dragon

That went missing from a dungeon

Y'all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing

Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee

I'm satan and I'm a take your a** to church now

Running my fields and you midgets on your first down

I love it when these b**ches know I'm better than them

Cause I don't hear not a word or a letter from them

I'm a fire in the midst of a forest 'round b**ches

And I rap elliptical orbits round b**ches

Anaconda I sit with an open mouth b**ches

And you b**ches are lyrically

Like some f**king down syndrome no offence

No shade 'n all but y'all b**ches on knees like babies crawl

You can catch me out in Covert chilling like a stoop kid

Yeah I hear you don't talk b**ch do

Sick b**ch chicken noodle soup face

Calls from overseas like a motherf**king crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt

Rooftop Brooklyn made this sh*t in Covert

I run New York I run New York

I run New York I run New York

I'm lyrical and I'm general

Take shots but never subliminal

Don't stop continue on running around

But never in intervals can't stomach the sh*t that I'm fin'na do

Ya'll niggas want the sh*t that I'm giving you

If you front I'm gonn put and end to you

I'm like Scorpion b**ch I will finish you

Make it nasty real real nasty

Why you b**ches running like you will get past me

Won't happen you b**ches could get on when I'm off it

Try to cross me now you be going in a coffin

It's just me myself and I

Talk tough sh*t and I'm a beat you till you die

Ask why Because I'm better than you'll ever be

That's why sh*t make your sh*t seem lighter than Heavy D

Sick b**ch chicken noodle soup face

Calls from oversea like a motherf**king crusade

Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt

Rooftop Brooklyn made this sh*t in Covert

I run New York I run New York

I run New York I run New York