Uncle Murda - New York City Lyrics
It’s whatever with whoeverAlways whatever with whoeverThat’s how I’m on it all day, every dayThat’s how I’m on it all day, every dayWe can do a whatever wheneverWe can do a whatever wheneverThat’s how I’m on it all day, every dayThat’s how I’m on it all day, every day[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]I got my city feeling like it’s '95Feeling good, like in before Biggie diedOn Twitter Nas wrote I give him a Biggie vibeI retweeted that shit like 50 timesI see rappers trying to get their buzz backBeef with DJs like"Damn where the love at?"The DJ like "Homie where the hits at?"That shit you sent me was whackI can’t spin thatInstead of making better musicN-ggas get offendedThen jump on a south beatCause the south winningThen they get mad when they don't pop, yoLike "That shit would’ve worked if I was Rocko"Or "That shit would’ve worked if I was 2Chainz"It would've, but you're not Rocko or 2ChainzYou a New York n-gga homieThat’s thatNow let’s get back to that boom bap[Hook]New York CityThis the way that we rockLet’s get back on our shitNew York CityThis the way that we rockLet’s get back on our shitUh-La la la la la la la la la laUh-La la la la la la la la la laNew York[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]Ain’t no place like homeBut the radio got me thinkingI’m in the ABut when I go to the AIt feel like I’m in the ANew York n-ggas don’t be getting no radio playSomebody saying "What the f-ck did that n-gga just say?"Only New York n-gga they play outta town is JayThat be sounding like that real New York CityAll that same old bounce shitBe making me nauseousNew York, I don’t know when it happenedBut we went from setting the trendsTo copy cattingIt’s like we losing our identityI hope n-ggas is feeding off of my energyWe need a new DMXNot a new Waka FlockaI’m talking that shit likeWhen B.I.G dropped Who Shot YaI’m starting some shit like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot YaIf you decide to liveDon’t tell police who shot ya[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]I'm from Q U E E N SWhere n-ggas chasing cheeseCakes like eating thisMy n-ggas ain’t playing gamesThis ain’t recessWet T-Shirt contestLeave your T wetFor that Jesus piece hanging off your neckLife ended, game overAin’t no resetYoungins color blind over hereThrow up the wrong setDrop a bomb like I’m Funk FlexI’m connected out in Brooklyn like the NetsHead back then got nowF-ck nextOut in the Bronx cause we souse rendezvousManhattan condo with the ocean viewSmoking Malibu Kush, clean DutchBetter Kick Push when I up the 40Back to Queens catch me in ?On west side ? got the towersDeath to the cowardsAnd your ***** *****Ran through that whole god mileage[Hook]New York CityThis the way that we rockLet’s get back on our shitNew York CityThis the way that we rockLet’s get back on our shitUh-La la la la la la la la la laUh-La la la la la la la la la laNew York[Verse 4: Vado]A while back met some wild catFly cat, you know I didn't supply thatI’m from where kids get no parentingGun get you 3 to 5, and they still carryingKeep the nine same bag Dirty Harry inSuede Belt, slim corduroysLeather jacket themUsed to rob base, that was easy rockCooked it up then hand the plate to a greedy blockBack when Ma$e was the face on your TV boxHarlem World Diplomats was the team to watchThis young MC really lived thisHad EPMD, strictly business? was doing biz thenKept Nikes onAnd a fitted gripping the biscuitsBut it's whatever when whateverNew York City get busy when we're together[Hook]New York CityThis the way that we rockLet’s get back on our shitNew York CityThis the way that we rockLet’s get back on our shitUh-La la la la la la la la la laUh-La la la la la la la la la laNew York
