Memphis Bleek › Lyrics › Stay Alive in NYC

Yeah, yeah street life, gutter s***
Get real y'all
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City where I'm from
Live or die
Marcy
Do what you do

Check it out now, yo I'm here to put my thing down
Set up shot with cocaine now, pick off niggas who ain't down
I'm in the game now
Brought a couple of cats from the way down
Who know how to slang thows

And grimmy niggas who aim wild who just want to rep
And wet niggas who think foul
Ran into Jay while I'm clappin' this math
This crab show me some slab now I'm tryna get back

We played the out skerch nigga smoother then my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
S*** he left skid marks I let the clip spark
When off in the hood played the bench till its dark

I'm profound to the drug game a thin line between love and hate
Some niggas I love to hate
I thought my connect respect me
This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me

To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier

To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier

Check it yo I'ma soldier to the heart through my blood line
One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
I keep a chicken on a bench flippin' grippin'
I smoke weed but this s*** got a nigga slippin'

A herb seed burn me, drop the L
Spot it through my per-if-U this nigga tryna murder me
Shorty wop jumped in front of me
Caught one blaze back empty empty the roots
Through the b**** niggas, take that

Niggaz killed my down b**** bust around b****
I don't know who clapped so I don't hang around s***
Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
Dominican nigga, look innocent nigga, f*** it I'ma finish this nigga
Back the coop out the lot c*** one in the drop
Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black
Got Bleek on alert for the cat who beat me on the stack

To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier

To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier

Yo, yo, slow money, broke niggas, no weed one gun
And my down b**** gone got a nigga on the run
Strip hot niggas came through bang shots
Have me sleeping in my wheels to the real get got

Now I play the cut on some nigga what s***
Flip fo-in-dicals for real now who wants it
Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay he pump trays
Try'n to get the Memph man put away

His next option pack up get out of dodge
When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
Too much dro got my eyes low on the creep triple black down
'Cuz I'ma cripple that clown

Spotted him by Wood Hall, niggas think the fe-in took off
Like he ran track or he played football
Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that block
Where the hot wips ride

Ride slow this nigga out burning trees wit a bad b****
I'ma put his brain on her sleeve it's already cocked
I move slow up the block, jumped out
Made him tonge kiss the glock
I Squeeze two and niggas seen this nigga drop
Cold of the street and forever stay hot m***********

To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
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