Styles P - NY Shining lyrics

[Intro: Greg Nice & Z-Trip] Trying to make a dollar out a dime and some pennies (pennies, pennies) Tryin' to make a dollar (Rock, rock, rock, rock) Make a dollar, make a dollar, make a dollar *Rock for a fee, rock for a fee) Tryin' to, Tryin', Tryin' to make a dollar out a dime (Rock, rock, rock, rock) (Don't ever ever think of jerkin' me) Uh, ey, it's Greg eh eh N-I-C-E, I'm in the place to be uh With my brother Kweli, uh Check it out, uh Brooklyn in the house, uh Money making Manhattan in the house Staten Island in the house, uh The Q borough Queens in the house, uh Boogey down [Hook] I'm a New York kid (eh) With New York means And New York dreams (all day all night) That live in me My destination is destiny Soon you will see (I be) Me shining (I be) Shining (you know I be) Shining (all day) Shining (you know I be) Shining (yeah we be) Shining (yeah we be) Shining Shining (uh) [Verse 1: Greg Nice] Yo I'm a native New Yorker, straight sh** talker Holding down the fort like Hezekiah Walker Can't get rid of her, thinks she a stalker Put the trees down, here comes the cheeba hawker Y'all know the deal, with style so ill Rip sh** down, I don't care who on the..(-scratch-) Y'all know the deal, with styles so ill Rip sh** down, I (down, down) Y'all know the deal, with styles so ill Rip sh** down, I don't care who on the bill 20 years later getting Ma** appeal (Z-Trip) Slicing on the wheels of steel Bang this beat like a flagrant foul Don't make me mad, I get ill like ow I go 7:30 on ya, get buck wild Stay amped up with my OG style Pa** me the Vodka, yo pa** me the juice I used to watch Kung Fu flicks on the deuce Me, cousin Meatball and my cousin Bruce Get up, get down, oh get funky, get loose [Hook] [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] If my city is my lady, my music is my baby Lately this chick is crazy, I'm ready to catch a Katie (k**er) Living on top of graves and the bones of African slaves Only time it's like I'm not in a cage is on stage I'm from the birthplace of Pac and Big Stop and frisk while we call the cops pigs The way the gods lives it's like they teaching there's never no substitute When I'm heading to Brighton beach, get in touch with the Russian Jews Egyptians and the Haitians, I kick it with black Arawaks Hittin' the Bob Dylan, I'm swiggin' the Jack Kerouac The fact is, they don't make them like they used to Plus I miss the old 40 deuce too We used to do them hood rat things, like smoking with the cigarettes The thrill is gone now; Mickey Mouse is the biggest threat Hell's kitchen, more like Hell's Kitchenette Road tripping, where I'm going I ain't figured yet [Hook] [Verse 3: Styles P] I'm the New York king, yeah I shine like the North Star (New York) Getting mad high in the 5 star (-sound of marijuana being smoked-) Or a 4 star, hotel for the meditation (word) In the hood with this gentrification (legend) What's the detonation, or the destination? (huh?) Let me know what the agenda is (let me know) And where the 2/5th vendors is (where'd they go?) Write rhymes in my head, no penmanship (yea) Yeah I smoke for the senses (haha) Think of my n***as doing they sentences (salute) See the cops I got the New York 6th sense (-sound of spray paint-) Did a couple years but, I ain't do sh** since (uh uh) Jail is slavery part 2 (part two) Yeah I'm brave and I got a lot of heart too (I got heart) And I'm real f**ing smart too (a wise guy) New York shine king, you should play your part too [Hook]