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Chorus: repeat 2X 

Yo you gotta go you gotta go you gotta go 
(G: And aiyyo what you don't know believe the ghetto knows) 

[Kool G. Rap] 
New York New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin in the streets  [bad word] gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks 
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props 
You gotta split a top on the regular 
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor 
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder 
Another brother six feet under 
You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken 
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc 
Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son 
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up) 
or make a run for it there's too many to tackle 
The Big Apple'll put your [bad word] on ice like a Snapple 
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped 
Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH) 
I bust a cap inside your [bad word] hat 
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose 
just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows 
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops 
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop 
The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin 
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin 
to push a [bad word] wig back, and leave his [bad word] flat on his back 
The [bad word] ghetto knows, and it's like that 

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[Kool G. Rap] 
Today's headlines, another [bad word] dead 
Six to the body and fo' to the head 
Followed the red [bad word] in the bed full of lead 
drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds 
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope 
Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat 
So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise 
with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes 
Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news 
Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos 
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper 
Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper 
Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops 
Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots 
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street 
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat 
Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white 
chalk around the body now the party has to motivate 
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green 
Died at the age of seventeen 

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[Kool G. Rap] 
Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets 
I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep 
Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin 
Steady [bad word] my [bad word] cause I already got the clip in 
Now who's the first [bad word] to run up, here they come up 
the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up 
I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest  [bad word] shoulda wore a vest but now his [bad word] is put to rest 
But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers 
Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga 
But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps? 
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS 
No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker 
I reloaded the shot and dropped another [bad word] 
Quick, I duck and [bad word] to dodge the bullets comin at me 
Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy 
Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary  [bad word] gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me 
I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound 
I see another body fallin down to the ground 
Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead 
Standin over his [bad word] I put two more inside his head 
That's three ni