of things, Evil dreams and the coming rain, Rain must be true, I read it in a New York Times book review, I read it in a New York Times book review So
fighting for you So wont you take my hand tonight And lets leave this town before it gets too late Hey, I see city lights up ahead New York has never
lil' nigga, I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I stay gettin
to ya spine, for dropping dimes Staten Island villains, police taking flicks, I'm moving bricks Making millions, cameras in the buildings The Granddaddy Flow has got a brand new
[Intro: Tash Mahogany (9th Prince)] The bottomline, baby Y'all niggas (yea!) runnin' out of time 9th, this is the bottomline (uh-huh) You're runnin'
left jab, you pussy ass Your gun don't blast, muthafucka, we pull fast ones Make fast ones, Stapleton grandson, the older crowd Taught me to teach the new
[Chorus: male singer] This is hood life All my thugs rolling on dubs, living the good life This is hood life Everyday we live our lives, like it's the
[Intro: sample from "King of New York"] I must've been away too long My feelings are dead, I feel no remorse It's my turn... [9th Prince:] Yo, yo y'
to be, money, clothes & hoes, yeah Exclusive luxury, black turban on my head Busting at the feds, I'm wanted alive or dead That's what the New York Post
[Intro: ShoGun Assason] Yeah, like... yeah So 740 like... yeah, yeah It's like, it's like [ShoGun Assason:] I'm a set it off like, then kill it like
[Intro: 9th Prince] Another Gooch productions, what, yeah My people's Q on the boards Once again, yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus x2: 9th Prince] We that team
this plantation, hood life, same situation Niggas be holdin' guns, plottin' assassinations Mind radiation, we all on vacations Stand strong like United Nations Prince of El Dorado, blow like New York
[Hook x4: Tekitha - in the background of intro/chorus] Words come directly from wisdom 9th Prince is here to come save... come save... [Intro: 9th Prince
maggots The pigs or the rabbits, the bears in the forest The lyrics or the chorus, I bum rush like Boris Zhukov And wipe your blood on my new cloth I'
black Texas Chainsaw Massacrew Madison Square, party crasher Lamping at the Summerfield suits, in too deep Watch me creep, with automatic weapons Lift your feet off the concrete, the New York
[Intro: Islord] Haha, muthafuckas, yeah, muthafuckas We gonna spread ya niggas like Smucker's Bitch ass niggas... word up, yeah, niggas You thought we
[Intro: 9th Prince] Word up, some laid back, type Killa raps Yo... [Chorus x2: 9th Prince] I'm a writer, rhyme ignitor Lyrical sniper, shoot up your
Iron steel pellets richochetting like it's my bulletproof Avirex Stash it in your Memorex, that I'm nasty like Cinemax porno sex Conversate, translate to New York
