pretty simple, rep NY to tha fullest, 1luv.

ayo ayo
New York is da place to be, tha city that never sleeps, wit dem thugs off da streets, sling wit da heat, cuz tha talk is so cheap, skyscapers, graffiti covered walls, and all, barbwire on fences, pigeon shit all ova tha park benches, its real comin from tha projects filled wit liter, now its like i relize it was biter, my older brother took her bitch and hit-her, tha NYPD, comes afta u, u betta run for ya life, hide ina alley, and stick wita knife, a gun or whatever, so when someone talks, u can hit em' where-ever, so dey cant talk again - never, i mean think its clever, NYC its gets real down here, it aint no game, tha flames become tha rain, Ground Zero be da pain, 9-11 ya'll heard tha name.

I 'm From Where Pigs Run The Streets
Drug Sales, Wife-Bs and Wifees
Loud Walkie-Ts And Large Fitteds Doo-Rags And White-Tees
Kids Rock Jordan Sportin Expensive Jerzees
Consant Commutes To Jersey.... No Seven 11 Slurpies
In The City.. Nasty Tastin Mickie-Dees
Scontras* Come By The Dozen Cousin Believe Me
Gettin Drunka* And Blunted Off Of Exotic Trees
Constant Trips To The Tombs Corona Bottles Animosity
Jealousy And Envy
For What We All Still Got Nothin

Keyed in 5 minutes
(i type fast)

Nyc kid

*scontra*- hoes, sluts, chickens
Drunka*- drunk

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G.I. JOE

im from mount Vernon n.y. where u eat with yo hands instead of a fork/ i grew up in da fights between mv and new roc/ all night i went to sleep with gun shots/ when i was old enuff to bust my own glock i did shit/ the bronx was another thing i luved to go to church and here them sing/ God used to forgive me for alotta thing/ well on the good side was the big apple/ where i firstd got trampled/ by like ten niggas/ fukin heavy hittas/ it was in public plain view/ but nobody fuked wit them cuz they know what theyd do/ and i know i may be talkin bout tha bad shit/ but thats all i grew up around godamnit

yo from LATIN KINGS- to dominicans repping carona queens-
city dont sleep without a light on- the streets is ran by everything from YOUNG LORDS and DECEPTIKONS- pun icons- and seeds rapping the corner with no mic on-
i rep the 718 to contact the city scrapes on motorolla-
we unite like inmates weather you from MAURCY or 34 SARATOGA-home of the illest ish and drup ports-
with so many gunman we had to get kennedy airport-
where the black tops- are the resting lots from beating from black cops- white cops- sit getting head from the hood sluts with nasty twats- where ever city in the 5 borros so ill they get 2 names- and you can see the national bird if you inpatient in one way lanes.

Ay yo, fuck N.Y. where rap was born F.L. is the da place to rep//so many hot bitches in my town they protected by gangsta's like me so watch you step//I throw slugg from my gat of rhymes//everyone smokin weed its "good times"//like Styles P form Yonkers//Us dirty south emcees will drive ya'll bonkers//I ain't from da streets I'm from da dirt road//I'ma white gernade dat's bout 2 xplode//

^I know it was one of my weakest rhymes but hey