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Hi Tek( Hi-Tek )
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Where It Started At (NY)
作詞:Tony Cottrell, Talib Kweli Greene, Willie Shamele Mackie, Jason Phillips, Corey Woods
Where do I start? Let's see what they wanna hear
Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at, no doubt We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear, yeah For the score go to war like a jar head, Hi-Tek
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York New York, New York, New York, New York, New York We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City With a first hello
Got a lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder Ari, haze, diesel, sour
Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy Tellin' in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life Everything is good in my bank except cop dice
Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them So they bootleg them now everybody sport them Dorms, cells, packages, mail Warrants, bails, every thing's real now
Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear For the score go to war like a jar head
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York New York, New York, New York, New York, New York (Hi-Tek, Hi-Tek, Papoose Papoose) With a first hello
All I got is my word and my nuts, man, I got Brooklyn in my balls So you could see bed-stuy if you lookin' in my draws Always talkin' 'bout you ballin', look you wanna ball Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer Pap ripped the Desi till that clip is empty Man, I'll have black buried in the cemetery
Go 'head get your fetti but you better tell Holmes Messin' with me will get black buried like a cell phone Punks pay dues, not me I pay attention Call it New York 'cause we keep reinventin'
Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear For the score go to war like a jar head もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York New York, New York, New York, New York, New York With a first hello
Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary Buss 'em like vocabulary, roaches and rats in every corner When it's warmer but New York is used to that already Manhattan built the cemeteries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry, I walk to Broadway I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte Used to do this all day, burnin' in the project hallway Discussin' strategies in the court case
I rock the North face cold like winter I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word Fuck the talking, it's a New York thing we aboard But all things considered we all kings, what?
Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear For the score go to war like a jar head
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York New York, New York, New York, New York, New York (My nigga, my nigga, whattup? Tek, you did it again, nigga) (Word up, I love that) With a first hello
Ayyo, yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace? Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud and have the hood stylin' good talent most of us tellin' Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin' Can't get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it Schemin' on somethin' green, we eagles on the chef found it
While I take a trip back my first little pack Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin' crack Baggin' like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets
Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white I had this white girl who work for me wipin' pipe Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board
Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear For the score go to war like a jar head
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
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