Stro - New New York lyrics

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Stro - New New York lyrics

[Verse 1:] My city lost But cats make it seem like that ain't a problem People talk about New York, New York want to act like it ain't involve them I ain't with that Take it back from the town could've got your sh** took Everything done changed From the g's to the range to the skateboarding hipsters Brooklyn got a little more corporate Shut down the hood then put up office If I ain't know no better I'd say they trying to off us Let me chill Radio telling me to eat I got to make better records ain't tryna play me Cuz all I hear is cats kick raps about new bugattis that drive me crazy I can't relate, half these cats don't make no sense [?], everybody sounded [dense?] And all messed up We're rapping and getting no love in these streets Don't nobody want to speak So I can see that its up to me To put my city back on it's feet Uh Where the real NY G's when you need em All the G's NY be [?] Come up out of hiding Back to the writing Cats talk reckless No more sliding No more video shot in my city Catch a hater in the elevator won't end pretty If only this was '92 Imagine what the hood would do DJ's done got soft Its hard for the real to pop off Gotta put a stop to that Its like everybody forgot what rap Came from, NY, but I, can't let it die [Hook:] Cause its New York But there's a new New York Home of the hustlers Disrespect and get your head knocked off Everybody supposed to represent But when it come time to talk Uhhh... Cause its New York But there's a new New York Home of the hustlers Disrespect and get your head knocked off Everybody supposed to represent But when it come time to talk [Verse 2:] Yo The music use to, be a, anthem Now its a Bunch of rappers throwing temper tantrums Clouding the art form This ain't music G This is coonery On my TV can't believe what they showing me I'm a start a petition to bring rap city back Got my city on my shoulders like a piggy back Really rap went sideways Back in my days people kept it real so the game ain't dilate Everybody rappin' now Everybody trappin' now But that ain't the right sound Put the mic down Let a G get it Never dumb down my sound I'm a keep it NYC with it Hope NYC with it Cause I do it for y'all Make a call for all my dogs I'm the voice of the ghetto Y'all all is when I'm kicking it These cat frivolous Can't be in the same list as a [?] They starin' its apparent I'm the G-O-D no christening All the starters, got to finish them And the sound, got to get on track New York rap ain't just boom-bap Huh, that's real talk It got us looking like bad sports But I, say no more East Coast, so raw You and your boss speak up Hip hop is dying it need us [Hook]

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