Half-A-Mill - N.Y.C. lyrics

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Half-A-Mill - N.Y.C. lyrics

Uh, Half-A-Mill, Brooklyn Yea, New York city, Manhattan, Queens Where we from son? [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] We from New York City, New York City Grimey, thug gritty, New York City I'm from New York City, New York City We get money, we get busy, we get paid in New York City [Verse 1] Yo in the streets of New York Dope fiends are leanin for more fiends TV screen follow h*moicide scene I drive you to Queens, S-5 wit hot beems Divide Queen wit my team forever our scheme is not a dream Its all real, they saw Mill he walk wit still Quick on draw 4-4 put a limp in your grill Your temperature chill, ain't nuttin for your wig to peal Took a hit when sh** gets real, cause n***as get k**ed Cooked up a half-a-ki creals, n***as runnin up on yo family wit steel And cause more horror then "Ammitville" Hang granny up side down, shots rang from the pound, ill You better any up 'em bills, cause blood spill for 'em bucks Where I'm from for real, big guns put you on the run Where I'm from is real n***as want mills and more steel, 20 inch on the four wheel Turn your front to a war field, for real [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] Some n***as blood some n***as crip 21 slugs I'm spittin it Sittin on bricks gettin yayo gettin it n***as got nose drips and sniff it n***as got more chips then the lil bit We markin and distribute it Ma** production, that way you get a quick Fiends get sick, vomit and sh** when they can't get a hit n***a drop dead right on the strip Ole D of herion, he was an old G Shot medicine in his arms Ghetto sins Brook-lon to cheddar on amp Til a n***a fear chest wit ten, and pressure bends Make you run over pedestrians Ain't no snitchin or confessions Its like the west we in The foul flesh we in, we rep again Lead tech off and dead your man, we represent NYC dawg its dedtriment Hoodlum put guns on your tongue and click Hung your clique, dunn now from cents [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] Uh, I'm from borough that's thorough Lil n***as pushin CL-6's Best payin female to the pitchers Went from rags to riches Jags wit the bags in engine And I still wear a mask for a half-a-million Yea we know you got the stash in the ceiling And we live from New York Where every night another apple is pealin Major cookouts, smash and grillin Pour ash through your pj's Try to get back to your building We on your hallway wit masked out You don't want me to get at your children Now get that cash or you gonna miss 'em I'm like the Marshall when I cause the Vision And I ain't tryin get stabbed the burn Smash instil the gats is gonna burn Cats goin to learn, New York is actioned packed Even Clinton moved to Harlem for sacks and black Blazin in his Cadillac, welcome to the concrete jungle Were you when or citizen, til the police mind beat upon you [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] [Outro: Half-A-Mill] Half-A-Mill, Brooklyn, NYC, representin Yea, uh ya heard, five borough, yea uh New York, New York, New York City

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