Troy Ave - Big City Of Dreams lyrics

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Troy Ave - Big City Of Dreams lyrics

[Hook x2] New York, New York Big city of dreams New York, New York In the hood they love us New York, New York Big City New York, New York New York is still the same [Verse 1: Troy Ave] The name's Troy Ave, I'm about my ones If n***as want static, I select my guns Got a ACP, that's for burgularing And a .38 Speez, that's for murdering ?, I'll take your life But I'm giving out the raw at a takers price I shake the dice with my freedom and yikes Nightmare on fed street, I get the chills at night Chinchilla on the ground, furthermore I'm around All the bullsh** at parties, Biggie don't make a sound (Shhhhh!) That's a moment of silence Loud pack, loud gats, here go the violence Just another day in the hood, what the f** I'm busy selling yay in the hood, getting bucks Milwaukee on 'em, f** that get New Yorkie on 'em A little dog food, dope swag shawty on 'em [Hook] [Verse 2: Push!] I ain't have to ride a n***a coattails I came up off a crack rock and coke sales New York City, I'mma restore order Cause most these rap n***as is s**as and who*e [orders?] Bunch of s**as for love, I put on the glove And picked up the Snub, and started shooting, f** is the love It ain't none, cause most of these lame n***as is f*ggots Bunch of my sons, I need to claim 'em on taxes Since it been a war on d**, it been a war on me The pigs don't want me bringing bacon home apparently I'm Dorner of the corners Sending all the formers to the coroner Counting drug money is euphoria Started out selling nickels Just to get a fistful Now it's 600 every fiscal Still distribute yay like Def Jam And I still will shoot hoops through ya chest man [Hook] [Verse 3: AG da Coroner] I'm the epitome of everything that the city is My team is official while you run with them idiots Couple years back, wasn't taking it serious Got my mind right, now the buzzing is furious Attitude rude like a chick on her period Red leather jacket, Eddie Murphy Delirious Big names looking at me, n***as is curious Don't trust a soul, mama raised me delirious Found a good wifey, little baby the prettiest The place where I'm from made me one of the grittiest The hand we were dealt, it was one of the sh**tiest I'm ill with the words n***a one of the wittiest, f** with me Get found slumped in the tub like Whitney Africa spears hit you, the Black Britney would clap with me Stand in front of the court and bring Shaq with me Scrap with me, brought them Corleone contracts with me [Hook] [Verse 4: Meyhem Lauren] Cocaine champions, Kelly K companionship Charismatic with my fabric, flowing like my hammer spit Fully auto, raw blow, watches from [Torno?] Everything's the same, it's not a game, just now we tour though Double shine, overtime grind, we getting more dough Still smack 'em in the face and choke 'em out to let a n***a know I put my f**ing hands around your neck just like a figaro Hard body everything, bought the block a wedding ring I'm in love with this lifestyle, entice wild f** them, I'm living it right now, we might smile But ain't sh** comical, moving economical Loyal to the man that's in the mirror cause I honor you Thinking crazy, being on point, that's what the drama do If I don't hit ya face then I'mma touch something abdominal Nothing's accidental, execute and plan wins Cause everyday I'm tryna get a new buck like tan Timbs Laurenovich

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