Turn the beat up,
yeah
New york, New york, wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi,
let's get right today
I heard them lil' *****s
taking their life away
I heard a couple lil' *****s
got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ today?
She on her knees so she know
what it's like to pray
She got religious
so she doing it twice a day
I strap up,
no I ain't throwing dice today
When you got money on your head
it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood,
put your ice away
They locked rick ross up
and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up
and it's oh well
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot
'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New york, New york, good morning LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like steph,
shoot it right in your face
'Cause I'm a golden state warrior
strapped with a K
How's it land of the free,
when we're trapped in a cage
Some s**t just never make sense
like magic and aids
Some s**t just never make sense
like bashing the gays
Obama must be in the city,
it's traffic today
*****s trapping today
just like back in the day
We like roc-a-fella records,
we packaging yay
And that dirty sprite 2 s**t slapping today
We got these *****s boxed in
like c***ius clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
'Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like
who gon' p*** away
Who gon' blast today
who gon' have to pray
New york, New york
Good morning LA
my ***** haze blew him
and his wife away
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley,
who was murdered
from a single gunshot wound inflicted
by her hu**and, Earl Hayes,
in Los Angeles, California
December 18th, 2014.
I knew Hayes since we were both signed
to Aftermath back in 2005.
And if I can keep it 8 more
than 92 with you,
he was a good *****,
I never saw that coming.
My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family,
I am truly and deeply sorry
for your loss