Ll Cool J - New York Gangsters lyrics

* cut from retail release of "Exit 13" [Chorus] Once I live a life of a millionaire Still do! Spending my money, honey ohh I didn't care Still don't! [Verse 1] I'ma floss 'til I die, ball never fall Cop 'til I drop, motherf** 'em all Count paper schemin, leanin on the wall Money comin fast, n***as ridin balls I been to hell and back, I seen what you saw 6 in the mornin, D's at the door I was a shorty on a bike, hangin with Alpo I was a shorty uptown with Rich Porter I was a shorty up on 1, 3, 2 My man AZ he really schooled me My man Big Chuck, he took me to Mt. V I messed up the count, Kev winked at me What I learned is n***as need paper to burn And you gotta spread love when cats is f**ed up You can't be lazy, for n***as that's bad f** Sometimes you move quiet and lay upin the cut (whattup) [Chorus] [Verse 2] I learned if you talk to much you get that a** shot up Follow your dreams, and watch the cash pile up I used to be in Queens with my man Black Just Before he got k**ed, now that n***a was real He took me to the crib, showed me how gangsters live Took me to hot blocks, showed me big knots Him and Richard Porter used to tease me and what not You ain't movin pies, so your car can be fly Used to run to Big Kev before he got knocked When n***as was stuntin and wouldn't let me on the block 125th in the Beemer with AZ He gave a bum 50 dollars that really taught me That being a gangster don't mean you're all bad And n***as respect you when they know you got cash Remember Big dave had the dust on smash I was amazed the lifestyle was so fast [Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember Remy showed my his first 8th ki' That was before Queens had blood in the street Stretch from BK had the pretty gold Benz He took me out to Brooklyn where he was gettin some ends Let me state this again, I ain't gotta pretend They was playing the money game and I wanted in I was just a young boy with dangerous friends If it wasn't for rap, who knows where I would've been I took a hustlas heart to make the top of the charts Big Chuck when to jail when i was ready to start I guess i was destin, God pulled us apart But I admit, getting that street money is a art I was so many players I knew back in the D Like Cuban Alberto from Mi-ami '86 that n***a's Benz had TV's Only God knows what these n***as mean to me Real talk [Chorus]