[Hook]
From the 718 to the 212
Throw your hands in the air n***a rep yo hood
Macking on a side walk sitting on a crate
Man, the Yorkaholic life is great
[Verse 1]
Walk up the wrong block and you'll get smacked in the face
n***as don't even gotta touch ya just a pound a haze
Feel that ba**, not a train, not a plain, not a earthquake
Just a boom box playing 'em tunes
Yeah them goons be chilling on the side walk
Better watch how you talk or you'll end up in the park in the dark
Missing an arm cuz n***as is armed, cops is gone no alarm this is how some wake up everyday
Boys is playing hospital tag but it ain't a game
Hit you in the leg and paralyzed you'll remain
Hammers like a cave man with no cave like there's d** in the place they'll crack the safe (ha)
Isn't that ironic, n***as is bionic
Beat you til the music stop like a f**ing convict
Addicts on the attics and they panic
Wish this was a fairy tale, 50 ringing bells like they dropping mail
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Trapped in Rewind World this is the prequel
Yea we all a different race but we still primos
The hood may sound bad with its side affect
Tech-deck, flipping n***as on their chest, city of dreams no you wonder why we never slept
Holla at the barber for the honor
For the gossip, $5 cut you got it
Call these hoes combinations how they pop and lock it
Got you staring at something, while they robbing out yo pockets
Let's look at it from a different point of view
Crashing the bodega in the morning when that coffee brew
Gamble outside, at the night ball we do
Gotta go ham forget every other food
Playing quarters on the concretes border
Tryna make a easy brick for a n***as daughter
I know what its like man I lived that life
Pops had a bodega but he also had a couple wives
Sold the store, credit card he swipped, signed the bottom line
Yea we have dark lives but we still shine
When that big flash light goes out at night everyone grabs their apron and starts to move that snow white
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
As I look down on the concrete
I see cracks, no wonder why ppl gotta act
Puff puff, exhale
Taking in problems, putting weight on the scale
Of life, struggles I have my
The stuy, the ville, narsie
Brooklyn, is, always mobbing
In the heights whether its prospect, washington or the crown
Queens, you know I gotchu down
Corona, elmhurst, jamaica
Stack that paper
Doing it big watch a n***a be a player hater
Boogie down, universal heights
Pouring bottles on the floor for the dead err night
Sunset, flatbush, harlem, park slope
Gotta keep it dope, you already snow
718 and 212
If you didn't know This is the NY Dial Tone
[Hook]
From the 718 to the 212
Throw yo hands in the air n***a rep you hood
From the 718 to the 212
Throw yo hands in the air n***a rep you hood