- The Game New York, New York 歌詞
- The Game
- Turn the beat up yeah
New york new york wake up la
Wave hi to the chi lets get right today
I heard them lil niggas takin their life away
I heard a couple lil niggas got life today
Is it farrakhan buddha or christ today
She on her knees so she know what its like to pray
She got religious so she doin it twice a day
I strap up no I aint throwin dice today
When you got money on yo head its a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood put your ice away
They locked rick ross up and they aint give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and its 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 Im a golden state warrior strapped with a k
Hows it land of the free when were trapped in a cage
Some shit just never make sense like magic and aids
Some shit just never make sense like bashin the gays
Obama must be in the city its traffic today
Niggas trappin today just like back in the day
We like roc- a- fella records we packagin yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin today
We got these niggas boxed in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like who gon pass away
Who gon blast today who gon have to pray
New york new york
Good morning l a my nigga hayes blew him and his wife away
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 nigga
I never saw that coming my prayers are with stephanies entire family
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
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