The Game - NY Shining lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] Yo I'm in NY York on the block, I know you see that it's snowing Jesus Piece, got Jesus piece, both of the sh**s glowin' Stussy jacket, hoodie on, f**ing wind blowin G start, Jordan 3's fly like Bowen And now that I got everybody f**in attention Let address this b**h a** n***a going on the Kendrick' Said that album trash, n***a you full of gas Poke holes in you, let you fill up the New-York cab' n***a in believes, all into his feeling Cause he did 10 years for shootin at the ceiling Diddi gave you a mill, lil n***a should've chilled Cute curly side-burns talkin bout it real Check my resume, any n***a want it - I bury him But f** this n***a, he can't get into America I'm ‘bout to hit Brooklyn, f** on his b**h Erica Bust a nut, call a cabbie cut After I tear it up and we just meditate Gave it a pole, the day after election date b**hes was on section 8, tryina get a section 8 Already came, this a rap like a .. Hurricane Sandy got this b**h lights out She fell asleep then a girl got piped out It means the type hoes, NBA n***as wife out And these my side b**hes, n***a what your life 'bout Mine's bout, gunz in the stash, the Chrys' piped out That's 300C and Christ iced out 3 kids, all 3 closets Nike'd out And I'm biopolar, see 40 block lights out Word on the street – b**h n***as suing me Sent the cops to my door n***a' how you a G? I ain't beefin with the pigs, this you and me And I spit the same 16 at your eulogy Cough up a lung, where I'm from Compton son, ain't nothing nice!