Rewind - New York Dial Tone lyrics

[Hook] From the 718 to the 212 Throw your hands in the air n***a rep yo hood Macking on a side walk sitting on a crate Man, the Yorkaholic life is great [Verse 1] Walk up the wrong block and you'll get smacked in the face n***as don't even gotta touch ya just a pound a haze Feel that ba**, not a train, not a plain, not a earthquake Just a boom box playing 'em tunes Yeah them goons be chilling on the side walk Better watch how you talk or you'll end up in the park in the dark Missing an arm cuz n***as is armed, cops is gone no alarm this is how some wake up everyday Boys is playing hospital tag but it ain't a game Hit you in the leg and paralyzed you'll remain Hammers like a cave man with no cave like there's d** in the place they'll crack the safe (ha) Isn't that ironic, n***as is bionic Beat you til the music stop like a f**ing convict Addicts on the attics and they panic Wish this was a fairy tale, 50 ringing bells like they dropping mail [Hook] [Verse 2] Trapped in Rewind World this is the prequel Yea we all a different race but we still primos The hood may sound bad with its side affect Tech-deck, flipping n***as on their chest, city of dreams no you wonder why we never slept Holla at the barber for the honor For the gossip, $5 cut you got it Call these hoes combinations how they pop and lock it Got you staring at something, while they robbing out yo pockets Let's look at it from a different point of view Crashing the bodega in the morning when that coffee brew Gamble outside, at the night ball we do Gotta go ham forget every other food Playing quarters on the concretes border Tryna make a easy brick for a n***as daughter I know what its like man I lived that life Pops had a bodega but he also had a couple wives Sold the store, credit card he swipped, signed the bottom line Yea we have dark lives but we still shine When that big flash light goes out at night everyone grabs their apron and starts to move that snow white [Hook] [Verse 3] As I look down on the concrete I see cracks, no wonder why ppl gotta act Puff puff, exhale Taking in problems, putting weight on the scale Of life, struggles I have my The stuy, the ville, narsie Brooklyn, is, always mobbing In the heights whether its prospect, washington or the crown Queens, you know I gotchu down Corona, elmhurst, jamaica Stack that paper Doing it big watch a n***a be a player hater Boogie down, universal heights Pouring bottles on the floor for the dead err night Sunset, flatbush, harlem, park slope Gotta keep it dope, you already snow 718 and 212 If you didn't know This is the NY Dial Tone [Hook] From the 718 to the 212 Throw yo hands in the air n***a rep you hood From the 718 to the 212 Throw yo hands in the air n***a rep you hood