Busta Rhymes - New York Shit (Feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics:
DJ Scratch, you sick for this one
Woo, come on, New York we back, Swizzy

If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now

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Yeah, yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
Hat to the back on my New York s**t
Yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
Tims with the shorts on my New York s**t

I`m on my New York s**t
Ridin` on the train on my New York s**t
Burner in the club on my New York s**t
Razor in my mouth on my New York s**t

Yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
Got the world followin` the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubber band stack money with my New York click

Yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Tailor-made clothin` with my New York stitch
My chick bangin`, don`t you see my New York bitch

Yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
You ni**az know we deserve the props we get
Ridin` up in the range, I`m in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick

Yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs, now, I`m New York rich
The way I flood I`m thorough with my New York hits

If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now

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Yeah, yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
Kid Capri on my New York s**t
DJ Red Alert on my New York s**t
Funkmaster Flex on my New York s**t

Woo, I`m on my New York s**t
B.I.G. on my New York s**t
Big Pun on my New York s**t
Jam Master Jay on my New York s**t

BVD`s and du-rags, ni**a
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack, hand on hand, ni**az
On a hustle rebellin`, while the D`s calculatin` who sellin`

Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin`
And while we bubblin` our corner be brewin`
Introduce you to the new walk ni**a and the new talk ni**a
That`s how we do when we in New York, ni**az

Yeah, yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got a lot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit

Yeah, I`m on my New York s**t
Run up in The Tunnel, catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin` New York sick
S**t, you want the truth, take a New York trip

If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now

Get it up, get it up, get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up, get it, get it, get it up
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