New York n**** New Yo York n**** this New York this new York n***** New York n**** New York n***** is this really a New York nigga BX dinero BX boro they don't claim you you have no dinero NYC till he DIE well I'm a bury this bich under the G W B (NY bridge) he don't play at least what he say he think he fly we'll throw him off dat JFK (NY Airport) or have his wig split like JFK? I'm a Country boy shot guns and love AKs come to your big apple and spit out sunflower seeds I said come to your big apple spit out sunflower seeds this the type of s*** one punch will do he thinks he an animal well euthanize him in Bronx zoo you on the wrong course should got off on a concourse (Bronx expressway) guns that will put a hole in one no golf course we got no problem coming straight out there weather you're in your projects or chilling in your times square 42nd Street and get hit with da four fives have you running for the E train screaming for you lives (2x) we don't care don't fight fair country boys jump and leave bullets inside your ear/ hollow tips stuck inside your cranium rob you for everything you got right in front of Yankee stadium/ (Located in Bronx) put you in the car tied up (fast) next to the Chrome have your ass hanging off the bridge that white stone We get it n**** you from the Bronx uptown downtown around town but the only thing that matters is where you stand your ground it ain't where you from it's where you're at the quietest town can packed the biggest straps even the most gangsterist n***** can easily get clapped you made a song called Mr talkative that's your song I can tell you a b**** cuz only biches talkative real n***** move in silence like TVs on mute and when it comes to police we do not compute and when it comes to beef take it to the streets or we shoot Have my n***** run up on you on the gwb that's the George Washington bridge that'll be the last place you live If I catch you on the i-95 headed to New Jersey we going wet you up you going to need a whole New Jersey I'm disrespectful I kidnap his kids have them like the statue begging for Liberty I'm not the one don't ever kid with me talking about you the hulk nigga please only Hawk I care about is the one on my waist or the one that makes hypnotic and Hennessy or dem bammers from Atlanta you soft sissy boy I'm just talking country grammar That Cross Bronx expressway will be a crossroad expressway to hell i bring fire and rain hail take away those temporary Ws and give Ls listen city boy you out of your league you can't play no more you blew your Achillesssss The South run this s*** GET off your knees