Oun-P - New Bronx City Cypha lyrics

[Intro] Kay Slay, drama king, wad up? Hold for a fifty New Bronx City New Bronx City (let's go) The X spot where we so thorough Huh uh, it's Mace up [Verse 1] Y'all bout to witness the best in the business When you mix ice and walls, n***a you get dis This is the dream team, BX supreme team This for X and P, they bout to free P So that means you soft n***as are trouble Shout out to Omar, you n***as I love you New Bronx City with pretty boys and pretty hair Tell Diddy we go bring the city back, n***a [Verse 2] A lot a yow n***as I need a rapper's ester Bought a key a crack and the black Winchester Put the gat to me, I don't mean to be to lame Blow out your chest cavity for being too fake, Slay you know me You Bronx City bait the cat, I'm with the homies Dyce, Oun, Haddy, Mysonne and Hocus Gold doe, I'm with the carca** [Verse 3] If you hate me and shipped me Imma grind and keep making this history Play with me physically, clean murder make you the mystery Used to as God alone, these hard times gotta live with me My story telling the special, thanks for giving is gift to me This gift you see should be putting more gifts by the Christmas tree It ain't, and poppy just said he got a few gifts for me Folding back from the skin and bone, we didn't got us some chemistry Dead presidents come alive, we stealing identities [Verse 4] Natural born hustler, cracked up in the cupboard Cooking up the keys, that was me motherf**er Sharing love crib, she couldn't wait for me to chef it Whipping up the base, I'll let you taste it in a second Jim game n***a, move your weight off the b**hes Huh, and I did it without a spot I pull up in the whipping and I'm dipping with your thigh BX fight club all my n***as about to part One form sitting in the hole and running the whole Bronx All this hoes crying broke, now you can't hold squat [Verse 5] Hey yow my name [words unclear] don't cross my enemy state lines Am from the Bronx, but n***as get stab, n***as shot in the daytime And I hate the pigs, now ours money's dis The gun on my waist too big, racked up, we zip a n***a up Keep hitters in the cut, with the mash and they stick a n***a up f** with us and it's straight trouble But you a dick in yuh man's p**y, y'all n***as could be a couple [Verse 6] Shut up! (Drax) Drugged your [words unclear] at your mommy coffee Your uncle owe me, had them old Nike Had to fight you in the streets just to freeze love I'm a hustler baby, cause I need d** At the green plug, hit room work Told a few verse, just hit me on the first Post red, front lash, ain't no gang homie f** yourself boy, say my name homie I don't trust n***as, cause they change on me f** these new n***as, I want my same homie Oh yeah, n***a my money right New caty drop with the funny line What you looking at cat n***a Bout that n***a, what's that n***a Cost a couple a gran just to chat with yuh This business don't come with a Mellisa ask for yuh [Outro] Let me show you where I get in Let the connect, he thought I was Dominican Thank my mom cause she made yeah For the light skin complexion and the wavey hair