Stay Alive in NYC Lyrics by Memphis Bleek

Stay Alive in NYC Lyrics

    Yea,
    Yea street life
    Gutter shit
    Soldier life nigga
    Get it right
    New York City
    Where I'm from
    Live are Die
    Marcy
    Do what you do

    Check it out now
    Yo I'm here to put my thing down
    Set up shot with cocaine now
    Pick off niggas who aint down
    I'm in the game now
    Brought a couple of cats from the way down
    Who know how to slang thows
    And grimmy niggas who aim wild
    Who juss want to rep
    And wet niggas who think foul
    Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math
    This crab show me some slab
    Now I'm tryna get back
    We played the out skerch
    Nigga smoother then my shirt
    Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
    Shit he left skid marks
    I let the clip spark
    When off in the hood
    Played the bench till its dark
    I'm profouned to the drug game
    A thin line between love and hate
    Some niggas I love to hate
    I thought my connect respect me
    This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me

    Chorus 4x's
    To stay alive in New York City
    To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder

    Check it
    Yo I'ma soldier to the heart
    Through my blood line
    One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
    I keep a chicken on a bench flippin
    Grippin
    I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin
    A herb seed burn me, drop the L
    Spot it through my per-if-u
    This nigga tryna murder me
    Shorty wop jumped in front of me
    Caught one
    Blaze back empty empty the roots
    Through the bitch niggas, take that
    Niggaz killed my down bitch
    Bust around bitch
    I dont know who clapped
    So I dont hang around
    Shit
    Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
    Dominican nigga
    Look innocent nigga
    Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga
    Back the coop out the lot
    Cock one in the drop
    Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black
    Got Bleek on alert
    For the cat who beat me on the stack

    Chorus 4x's
    To stay alive in New York City
    To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder

    Yo, Yo
    Slow money, broke niggas, no weed
    One gun
    And my down bitch gone
    Got a nigga on the run
    Strip hot
    Niggas came through
    Bang shots
    Have me sleeping in my wheels
    To the real get got
    Now I play the cut
    On some nigga what shit
    Flip fo-in-dicals
    For real now who wants it
    Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay
    He pump trays
    Try'n to get the Memph man put away
    His next option
    Pack up get out of dodge
    When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
    Too much dro got my eyes low
    On the creep triple black down
    Cuz I'ma cripple that clown
    Spotted him by WoodHall
    Niggas think the fe-in took off
    Like he ran track or he played football
    Hot day and everybody outside
    I'ma catch him on that block
    Where the hot wips ride
    Ride slow this nigga out burning trees
    Wit a bad bitch
    I'ma put his brain on her sleeve
    I'ts already cocked
    I move slow up the block
    Jumped out
    Made him tounge kiss the glock
    I Squeeze two
    And niggas seen this nigga drop
    Cold of the street and forever stay hot
    Motherfucker

    Chorus 4x's
    To stay alive in New York City
    To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier

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