Stay Alive In NYC 歌词
| 歌曲 | Stay Alive In NYC |
| 歌手 | Memphis Bleek |
| 专辑 | Coming Of Age |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Yea, | |
| Yea street life | |
| Gutter shit | |
| Soldier life nigga | |
| Get it right | |
| New York City | |
| Where I'm from | |
| Live are Die | |
| Marcy | |
| Do what you do | |
| Check it out now | |
| Yo I'm here to put my thing down | |
| Set up shot with cocaine now | |
| Pick off niggas who aint down | |
| I'm in the game now | |
| Brought a couple of cats from the way down | |
| Who know how to slang thows | |
| And grimmy niggas who aim wild | |
| Who juss want to rep | |
| And wet niggas who think foul | |
| Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math | |
| This crab show me some slab | |
| Now I'm tryna get back | |
| We played the out skerch | |
| Nigga smoother then my shirt | |
| Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked | |
| Shit he left skid marks | |
| I let the clip spark | |
| When off in the hood | |
| Played the bench till its dark | |
| I'm profouned to the drug game | |
| A thin line between love and hate | |
| Some niggas I love to hate | |
| I thought my connect respect me | |
| This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| [Chorus 4x's] | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder | |
| Check it | |
| Yo I'ma soldier to the heart | |
| Through my blood line | |
| One way to catch a crab is always on his front time | |
| I keep a chicken on a bench flippin | |
| Grippin | |
| I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin | |
| A herb seed burn me, drop the L | |
| Spot it through my per-if-u | |
| This nigga tryna murder me | |
| Shorty wop jumped in front of me | |
| Caught one | |
| Blaze back empty empty the roots | |
| Through the bitch niggas, take that | |
| Niggaz killed my down bitch | |
| Bust around bitch | |
| I dont know who clapped | |
| So I dont hang around | |
| Shit | |
| Lame beat me on the ounce of raw | |
| Dominican nigga | |
| Look innocent nigga | |
| Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga | |
| Back the coop out the lot | |
| Cock one in the drop | |
| Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black | |
| Got Bleek on alert | |
| For the cat who beat me on the stack | |
| [Chorus 4x's] | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder | |
| Yo, Yo | |
| One gun | |
| And my down bitch gone | |
| Got a nigga on the run | |
| Strip hot | |
| Niggas came through | |
| Bang shots | |
| Have me sleeping in my wheels | |
| To the real get got | |
| Now I play the cut | |
| On some nigga what shit | |
| Flip fo-in-dicals | |
| For real now who wants it | |
| Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay | |
| He pump trays | |
| Try'n to get the Memph man put away | |
| His next option | |
| Pack up get out of dodge | |
| When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage | |
| Too much dro got my eyes low | |
| On the creep triple black down | |
| Cuz I'ma cripple that clown | |
| Spotted him by WoodHall | |
| Niggas think the fe-in took off | |
| Like he ran track or he played football | |
| Hot day and everybody outside | |
| I'ma catch him on that block | |
| Where the hot wips ride | |
| Ride slow this nigga out burning trees | |
| Wit a bad bitch | |
| I'ma put his brain on her sleeve | |
| I'ts already cocked | |
| I move slow up the block | |
| Jumped out | |
| Made him tounge kiss the glock | |
| I Squeeze two | |
| And niggas seen this nigga drop | |
| Cold of the street and forever stay hot | |
| Motherfucker | |
| [Chorus 4x's] | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Austin, Cox, Harris, Lewis ... |
| Yea, | |
| Yea street life | |
| Gutter shit | |
| Soldier life nigga | |
| Get it right | |
| New York City | |
| Where I' m from | |
| Live are Die | |
| Marcy | |
| Do what you do | |
| Check it out now | |
| Yo I' m here to put my thing down | |
| Set up shot with cocaine now | |
| Pick off niggas who aint down | |
| I' m in the game now | |
| Brought a couple of cats from the way down | |
| Who know how to slang thows | |
| And grimmy niggas who aim wild | |
| Who juss want to rep | |
| And wet niggas who think foul | |
| Ran into Jay while I' m clappin this math | |
| This crab show me some slab | |
| Now I' m tryna get back | |
| We played the out skerch | |
| Nigga smoother then my shirt | |
| Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked | |
| Shit he left skid marks | |
| I let the clip spark | |
| When off in the hood | |
| Played the bench till its dark | |
| I' m profouned to the drug game | |
| A thin line between love and hate | |
| Some niggas I love to hate | |
| I thought my connect respect me | |
| This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| Chorus 4x' s | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder | |
| Check it | |
| Yo I' ma soldier to the heart | |
| Through my blood line | |
| One way to catch a crab is always on his front time | |
| I keep a chicken on a bench flippin | |
| Grippin | |
| I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin | |
| A herb seed burn me, drop the L | |
| Spot it through my perifu | |
| This nigga tryna murder me | |
| Shorty wop jumped in front of me | |
| Caught one | |
| Blaze back empty empty the roots | |
| Through the bitch niggas, take that | |
| Niggaz killed my down bitch | |
| Bust around bitch | |
| I dont know who clapped | |
| So I dont hang around | |
| Shit | |
| Lame beat me on the ounce of raw | |
| Dominican nigga | |
| Look innocent nigga | |
| Fuck it I' ma finish this nigga | |
| Back the coop out the lot | |
| Cock one in the drop | |
| Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black | |
| Got Bleek on alert | |
| For the cat who beat me on the stack | |
| Chorus 4x' s | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder | |
| Yo, Yo | |
| One gun | |
| And my down bitch gone | |
| Got a nigga on the run | |
| Strip hot | |
| Niggas came through | |
| Bang shots | |
| Have me sleeping in my wheels | |
| To the real get got | |
| Now I play the cut | |
| On some nigga what shit | |
| Flip foindicals | |
| For real now who wants it | |
| Two blocks from the Jay' s this nigga lay | |
| He pump trays | |
| Try' n to get the Memph man put away | |
| His next option | |
| Pack up get out of dodge | |
| When he caught I' ma let the fifth give his face a massage | |
| Too much dro got my eyes low | |
| On the creep triple black down | |
| Cuz I' ma cripple that clown | |
| Spotted him by WoodHall | |
| Niggas think the fein took off | |
| Like he ran track or he played football | |
| Hot day and everybody outside | |
| I' ma catch him on that block | |
| Where the hot wips ride | |
| Ride slow this nigga out burning trees | |
| Wit a bad bitch | |
| I' ma put his brain on her sleeve | |
| I' ts already cocked | |
| I move slow up the block | |
| Jumped out | |
| Made him tounge kiss the glock | |
| I Squeeze two | |
| And niggas seen this nigga drop | |
| Cold of the street and forever stay hot | |
| Motherfucker | |
| Chorus 4x' s | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Austin, Cox, Harris, Lewis ... |
| Yea, | |
| Yea street life | |
| Gutter shit | |
| Soldier life nigga | |
| Get it right | |
| New York City | |
| Where I' m from | |
| Live are Die | |
| Marcy | |
| Do what you do | |
| Check it out now | |
| Yo I' m here to put my thing down | |
| Set up shot with cocaine now | |
| Pick off niggas who aint down | |
| I' m in the game now | |
| Brought a couple of cats from the way down | |
| Who know how to slang thows | |
| And grimmy niggas who aim wild | |
| Who juss want to rep | |
| And wet niggas who think foul | |
| Ran into Jay while I' m clappin this math | |
| This crab show me some slab | |
| Now I' m tryna get back | |
| We played the out skerch | |
| Nigga smoother then my shirt | |
| Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked | |
| Shit he left skid marks | |
| I let the clip spark | |
| When off in the hood | |
| Played the bench till its dark | |
| I' m profouned to the drug game | |
| A thin line between love and hate | |
| Some niggas I love to hate | |
| I thought my connect respect me | |
| This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| Chorus 4x' s | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder | |
| Check it | |
| Yo I' ma soldier to the heart | |
| Through my blood line | |
| One way to catch a crab is always on his front time | |
| I keep a chicken on a bench flippin | |
| Grippin | |
| I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin | |
| A herb seed burn me, drop the L | |
| Spot it through my perifu | |
| This nigga tryna murder me | |
| Shorty wop jumped in front of me | |
| Caught one | |
| Blaze back empty empty the roots | |
| Through the bitch niggas, take that | |
| Niggaz killed my down bitch | |
| Bust around bitch | |
| I dont know who clapped | |
| So I dont hang around | |
| Shit | |
| Lame beat me on the ounce of raw | |
| Dominican nigga | |
| Look innocent nigga | |
| Fuck it I' ma finish this nigga | |
| Back the coop out the lot | |
| Cock one in the drop | |
| Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black | |
| Got Bleek on alert | |
| For the cat who beat me on the stack | |
| Chorus 4x' s | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder | |
| Yo, Yo | |
| One gun | |
| And my down bitch gone | |
| Got a nigga on the run | |
| Strip hot | |
| Niggas came through | |
| Bang shots | |
| Have me sleeping in my wheels | |
| To the real get got | |
| Now I play the cut | |
| On some nigga what shit | |
| Flip foindicals | |
| For real now who wants it | |
| Two blocks from the Jay' s this nigga lay | |
| He pump trays | |
| Try' n to get the Memph man put away | |
| His next option | |
| Pack up get out of dodge | |
| When he caught I' ma let the fifth give his face a massage | |
| Too much dro got my eyes low | |
| On the creep triple black down | |
| Cuz I' ma cripple that clown | |
| Spotted him by WoodHall | |
| Niggas think the fein took off | |
| Like he ran track or he played football | |
| Hot day and everybody outside | |
| I' ma catch him on that block | |
| Where the hot wips ride | |
| Ride slow this nigga out burning trees | |
| Wit a bad bitch | |
| I' ma put his brain on her sleeve | |
| I' ts already cocked | |
| I move slow up the block | |
| Jumped out | |
| Made him tounge kiss the glock | |
| I Squeeze two | |
| And niggas seen this nigga drop | |
| Cold of the street and forever stay hot | |
| Motherfucker | |
| Chorus 4x' s | |
| To stay alive in New York City | |
| To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Austin, Cox, Harris, Lewis ... |
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