Fat Joe - Dirty NY lyrics

[Intro: Street hustler] Yo, I go in the street do my thang, pa I make it happen, I go out there man and I hustle, pa I make it happen, I'm going through a lot of situation right now as it is But I'm gon' survive, because I'm strong, I been through worst situation [Verse One: Cormega] New York went from excellence to desilance, right? Ma'f**as ain't reppin' it right I been through hard days and treacherous nights Clear it out right, pure raw, no stretchin' in life Bolivian white, I'm feelin' it And I'm chillin' in Villas, in Carribeans Reminiscin' my n***as no longer wit us and in the pens n***as want what I got, but lack discipline And walk with me, our path's different If we clash, I blast fifth's at them Leave they a** period-less Like exorcism, I'ma threat to n***as Been stressed ever since I bought the Lex from Nitty Couldn't shine 'til the d**h for BIGGIE (uh) I keep the heat near me Like Shaquille, wear Evisu daily This is nearly a preview, I hope the streets are ready I know my breed is nearly extinct 'cause he's a 'raeli Hard to find like a Bernard King jersey I started slingin' early No mama to raise me, my father ain't seen the cash So I became a man, slingin', elevated to weigh a gram Representin' and blazin' hammers (*gun shots*) They made me stand up [Verse Two: Lake] I know the k**ings, but homey I gotta get it The way BIG and them did it But me and Mega would did it I'm in it, to get us big, Aristotle Ona**is Bullet proof fabric, cartier on my gla**es My man we've been mashin' street wars, and shoot dawgs Seen forms, those wagons runnin' through the blocks clappin' Automatic, matched wit infrared, we scope No shirts, heavy and put my Timbs up on a n***as throat I pull it back, 'til it click-clack, and sit back On with ski mask in a n***a crib And if I'm done, I wait until done from one round (Pull it out) start bangin', I be waitin' wit a smile Goin' out like Salaisie did, I thrive for spit One of a few n***as that'll pop a pig While he walkin' on his beads, I take money and count it Fake powder than menage it off in the shower [Verse Three: Fat Joe] Yea, yea, uh n***as say I walk around wit a vest in my chest Now that's a quarter mil, iced out, TS in my chest I tried to told y'all n***as (what?) Will fold y'all n***as (what?) Come off that doe and will expose y'all n***as (what?) It's kinda scary how we weary the streets Quick to bury ya, peace, you talkin' sh**, now you inherit the beef And you don't want that, black man, Crack too crazy Insane, now we even teamin' up wit Lakey And that's a problem, however you call it I want a dollar off every bottle that's sold in the hallway Or even a bag, I sleep wit the mac Keepin' a gat for any n***a thinkin' he bad Schemin' on Crack, it's not gon' happen No how, you f**in' wit thorough n***as ain't scared to blow trial [Outro: Street hustler] If you have to go, you have to go And I don't got a problem with that That's one problem I don't got problem with And thank God I got, you know, brothers that look out for me They keep me thinking for the future I really want to say that's why it counts Eventually I am, believe me I had a dream And it's gon' come reality, pretty soon