StreetRunner - New York, New York lyrics

[Intro] Turn the beat up, yeah [Verse] New York, New York; wake up LA Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today I heard them lil' n***as takin' their life away I heard a couple lil' n***as got life today Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today? She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray She got religious so she doin' it twice a day I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today When you got money on yo head it's a price to pay And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well" Oh well, oh well Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones Just remember who casted the first stone New York, New York; good mornin' LA Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage? Some sh** just never make sense like Magic and AIDS Some sh** just never make sense like bashin' the gays Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today n***as trappin' today just like back in the day We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay And that Dirty Sprite 2 sh** slappin' today We got these n***as boxed in like Ca**ius Clay And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay Cause the police k**ing too many blacks today I wake up in the morning like:"who gon' pa** away? who gon' blast today? who gon' have to pray?" New York, New York Good morning L.A. My n***a Hayes blew him and his wife away [Outro] This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014. I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005. And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good n***a, I never saw that coming. My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family, I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss