Amagiri Young - New York Pt. 2

I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time

I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time

All they know is murder murder murder yea she wrote
All she know is suck suck yea she deep throat it

All they know is murder murder murder yea she wrote
All she know is suck suck yea she deep throat it


I grew up on the grove nigga grove nigga
Put it on the stove nigga stove nigga
When we ride we roll nigga roll nigga
I put that old nigga old nigga
Lock and load nigga bust bust bang bang
I don’t give a fuck cut cut hang hang
Young niggaz on the corner all they know is gang bang
DP grove street 03 flame gang
Red flag, blue flag, black flag something
Gotta switch moves man or end up on the chain gang
They locking up the black man and hiring the kkk
I don’t even know no more i’m just trying to find a way
Momma said i need to pray
I’m thinking about them raining days
Isolated, aggravated, did me foul that’s a flagrant
Smoking out my grandma basement
Rep New York like Anthony Mason
Please don’t make me lose my patience
Claim that crown watch me take it

I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time

I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time

All they know is murder murder murder yea she wrote
All she know is suck suck yea she deep throat it

All they know is murder murder murder yea she wrote
All she know is suck suck yea she deep throat it


Ready to die, born again, blood in my eye fight to win
Get me a juice to mix the gin
If i fucked her once i can fuck again
Young nigga i’m thugging it
She suck me off i’m loving it
Out in Buffalo we hustling
Hurry up offense no huddling
The pussy good but no cuddling
I gotta hit the block bring the money in
Running back no fumbling
Real rap no mumbling
Know a couple real niggaz out in Cumberland
In the field nigga we ain’t come to play
Just a young nigga AK
I hit it first like Ray J
Time to get this money homie time to get this paper
We originate it that’s why them people hate it
They can never fade it, i’m one of God’s favorites
Blood on the cross the same blood on the slave ship
Born in New York like the stock exchange
And niggaz get shot over pocket change
Roam the wrong block niggaz yap ya chain
Them Brooklyn niggaz known for taking things

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