Jim Jones feat. Fat Joe – NYC (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “NYC” by Jim Jones feat. Fat Joe

New York City
Please go easy on me tonight
New York City
Please go easy on this heart of mine

This Rotten Apple
‘Cause I’m losin’ my lover to the arms of another
Crime wave, uh
New York City, please go easy on me
East side
Heatmakerz, Crack Music
Jones

Crime and the murder rate, that rose up
Every time he got a bird and the crack rose up
I don’t jog in Central Park, don’t need mistaken identity
Watch for the scammers because they takin’ identities
There’s eight million stories on a daily basis
N**gas chasin’ dreams or catchin’ scary cases
No more pitchin’ to the fiends until they clear the bases
I knew n**gas that was wired like they wearin’ braces

Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with
Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks
But when I came through Harlem, all type of foreign s**t
Top off, titties out, n**ga, this like a p0rno flick
So I pray for 9/11 in my 911
Couple n**gas missed some shots, it ain’t my time in Heaven
No due respect but due to these model h*es
I seen n**gas lose they soul and, damn, it gets swallowed whole
B**ch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold
I came through drippin’ all type of designer clothes

New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losin’ my lover to the arms of another
Faults and mishappens, n**ga
New York City please go easy on me
Bronx, New York, Capo
Gyeah, uh, yo
Tonight

Since fourteen, I was wavin’ that thing
Had n**ga’s doorbells, you called, I let it ring
Dominicanos uptown they yellin’, Thot doe
New York’s Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo
Brand new ass and titties, she can’t wait
Soon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day
We got accountants to watch the accounts
Coke flowin’ out the fountains
Pool drippin’ off the mountains

Got that new work, flood the city with bricks
You call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist
I been runnin’ it ever since, these n**gas is on E
I got ’em trappin’ out the Air BnB
Small time n**gas, we are not those guys
Just copped the Ace of Spades, n**ga, Costco size
Influenced the hustlers to go cop those pies
My co dead, I’m ’bout to rock on Live

New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losin’ my lover to the arms of another
New York City please go easy on me tonight
Tonight, New York City…

➤ Album: El Capo
Produced by Heatmakerz
Jim Jones | Fat Joe | 2019

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