Pete Rock - The New York Times lyrics

It's alright LIVE FROM DA T.R.A.P.! It's the new york times! Theirs a war going on outside no man escape from Live every day like you can't waste none I've been struggling to success but patient Affiliated with thugs and thug occasions Real tight niche, like warehouse location Skank dollar scene remote like vacations Islands to be specific My luck be a lady some nights Like south pacific Fiends light the ring of fire Girl jumps through it (Crack) S the darker side of black music Dope boys get hype to it Police loose it Like we stuck up in a program It's like going to prom dancing to slow jams How I'm gonna to ball I was a teenaged adult Flipping work like sh** came with vaults Try me, i dropped a lot of girl on balance beams Push rocks like I'm on transformer team Skank Two,Surf esponyola yola With more house hold uses for baking soda Flow uglier than crack smokers Bonafide souljah Ricki lake couldn't make me over (over) I done came up seeing my brothers mistakes Made em all right when i focused on weight History repeats it self in that case I'm on the road to riches, like G rap in 88 Flow sharp, use this to scrape yo plate Scarface and bushwick bill mad like f** jakes Resurrecting skank dollar sculptures now that's art Hey put em on ya hot block, heyyy that's heart [Break] C'mon man get off me! Now lets get this straight [Verse 2:Skank] Skank a s*ut name but far from desperate (BARRET) In the search of paper how far you go for it (Fore) I get thick like a bowl of porridge Syrup, move like a corporate But he mad corrupt Threat this rap sh** Like crack sh** Because i pa**ed it Few goals in this Like a ha-trick Power plays, police block like mike Richter Like Big L i see the big picture Earn figures Play a fool to catch one Learn n***as Deep Like Big worm Loyalty earns n***as Running on love In the pursuit of happiness I sold d** It wasn't enough to cop a truck Yeah, child of the ghetto i rely on my instincts Mild mannered fellow,like Clark Kent doing business Tryna come up using words as a benefactor In the hood its like fear factor Boxed in like compactors If your running new york? then n***a run faster I'm the answer Out to cop pear handles and diamond daggers Watch me make it out of the slave shift, no masters n***as softer than Duroc, plaster Flow sicker than custos, fiends,cancer Memoirs of a goon,dope boy chapters Child of the ghetto,laundromat pastures Back to the future What he came back for? [Break] The Money OH God Live From da T.R.A.P Play This In Ya Truck Take The 95 (RELOAD!) [Verse 3:Skank] On tracks in riding,no pit crew Fiends love my dope Watch it bling, mad crystals Flashback, you could catch me by Club Crystals Looking like Apache chief letting the money grow Me an my n***a cut scene like Casino My mans tryna build up a team like Nino's I keep a lil fish in the water,Nemo Grab Some Honey Buns By the corner store,RELOAD Papi, i need 6,How much much chu got? Pokito f** you always short for? model turned custo Crackhead, bet she could swallow a coke bottle (nah I'm good) Money on my mind so i started with a young ho 13 going on 33, from sh** she seen before Tímalo, two letters no youth, but he look it though If i catch a charge I'm coming back when they get old No digital g's, my brothers eyes celestial