New York City Niggas Lyrics - Dres

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looking sleek I went to check the little one all's well.
Put up the tools and clips ; did a few pulls and dips; needin a shower
smack my baby girl on the hip. I'm on the move kid I'll
catch you bout seven; xxxx showered and strapped and now I got my
engine revin'. Supereior handling still got money left from
gambling with these kids that I met through these southern joints be
scramblin'. Turbo-boost, driving at exorbitant speeds; I
proceed to roll a phil cause I can drive with my knees. The way I lay it
down, please, bring new meaning to squeeze - Let my mind
coast from ki's to dungarees to Gee's Loose ones and tons of fiends on
the Hip-Hop scene, but what was once a guillotines',
semi-auto sub machine - I dream elaborate - though it's gettin badder it
doesn't matter yet......livin life as we imagined it

HEY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WORLD TODAY /
BROTHERS BE BUSTIN BROTHERS FOR
LESS THAN TIME OF DAY
FOR PAY / I'D LIKE TO CHANGE THE WAY THE
CHILDREN PLAY AND TEACH THE
WORLD A BETTER WAY

Said I was coolin, puffin La; I heard a knock at the door, and when I
opened, yo, you couldn't guess what I saw - It was the body
of this kid in my life I never seen, on the ground, shorty didn't even
look 16. Must've took it to go cause I ain't even hear the
sound - Pulled him in from the hall with wifey holdin me down - He
looked dead at a glance, then his eyes did a dance, and he
spoke to me while my lady called the ambulance - Told me "Listen
to the
words when a wise man speaks, many men search the
world and never find what they seek" - On the verge of tears,
looking at
what's left of his chest....My girl came, wiped his head
while I had a towel pressed on his torso - moreso than not he's
gonna
die, but I'm tellin him he'll be okay, I gotta lie - It's this
thing called life so many times we take for granted - I hit the La,
search deep, and try my best to understand it HOOK The final
minutes, seconds penetrate my days like a knife....To us all the
promise
death, I bring the promise of life - In my mind I see the
time as my eyes see the truth - I see the setting of the sun inside the
eyes of the youth.....As I travel God's creation hoping still
to see the sight that give meaning to the splendor of a sunrises light -

I disappear in the night to be absorbed in the black - to
stack up all of the facts, so when I countereact - a full pack - fully
auto, razor like a laser bear - silent but deadly the theme - you
might envy the team, for the wealth, loving God is only good for
your
health - as for mine - hope to say in time the same for
yourself - you're nice - I be just as....too live to debate - I rock the
rugged rhymes that bust ass.....keep food on my plate Just a
quarter of the calliber a brother contains and I'm not playing a game

One Love, and one aim HOOK

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