New York Gritty - Shoota, BILLY V

Yankee fitted worn in my hometown

Coke get bought in my hometown

Niggas snitching all in my hometown

Going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds

Niggas mommas crying cause niggas dying, foes a steam ya clothes and press you

it’s the iron

I’m from where you can’t keep ya eyes closed, fiends sucking that glass dick

they dying slow

All day is dinner time, Timberland constructions for the winter time

My man came home he did 25, my other man going down for a homicide

No cops we just protect our zone niggas, go out of town and make second homes

Lil shawties a pull the pound, news cameras don’t even come around

White Nikes and white tees, side bitches better than wifeys

Bad bitches will do u shiesty, Hennessy bottles and Arizona ice teas

Come through fronting and get ya shit tooken, cheese sandwiches,

cold night in central bookings

Niggas doing scams and getting richer, where all the party promoters is fucking

all the bitches

Niggas know my tribe thorough, shouts to Westchester shoutout to the five

boroughs

You don’t know what to do until you under pressure, 'cause growing up in New

York is a hell of a tester

Yankee fitted worn in my hometown

Coke get bought in my hometown

Niggas snitching all in my hometown

Going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds

Add up the paper, the hate I just minus, niggas be faking they cloggin' my sinus

See it I live it, I rap, I recite it, with no pen and no pad I don’t usually

write it

Micheal Jordan was born here, Pistol Pete left his two guns drawn here

Shoutout to the family, Boonie welcome home my niggas what we planning B?

R.I.P.

Billy the Kid, news cameras documenting the way that we live

I’m in Mitchell projects shout out the locs, and we don’t do drive bys,

my niggas get up close

No monkey shit that youngy click’ll smoke you with the hammer, catch a body be

on the run and jet out to Atlanta

I’m telling y’all we never brawlin', New York we don’t catch bodies we clap

them and let them fall

Biggie laid his first song here, Rocafella, Ruff Ryders was born here

Shea Stadium, Brooklyn Nets, Madison Square, Rucker Park, Dyckman it all

started here

Don’t go no where with out ya nina, we heading straight to Sin City after La

Marina

Going thru a chick’s hood is problems, so don’t go unless you got the hammer

and some condoms

Uhh you niggas know my tribe thorough, shouts to Westchester, shout out to the

five boroughs

You don’t know what to do until you under pressure, 'cause growing up in New

York is a hell of a tester