Where It Started At (NY)

By Hi-Tek

On Hi-Teknology²: The Chip

Released on October 17, 2006

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[Produced by Hi-Tek]

[Intro: Sample + Hi-Tek]

"Where do I start?"

Let's see, what they wan' hear?

[Hook: Dion + Jadakiss + Samples]

Let me see where I start at

(Uh)

Hood cats are part of where it started at

(No doubt)

We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed

(Yeah)

For the score, go to war like a Jarhead

(Hi-Tek!)

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

(Wooh! Eh-hah!)

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

("We're gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City")

("With her first 'Hello'—")


[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

Uh, got a lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too

Hand skills, hawk work, gun play, whatever, Duke

Ecstasy, oxy, Vicodin, powder

Ari, Haze, Diesel, Sour

Dust juice, loosies, turbans, kufis

Hand guns is petite, the shotties is doofy

Telling in is not nice, a lot of niggas got life

Everything is good in my bank except cocked dice

Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them

So they bootlegged them, now everybody sport them

Dorms, cells, packages, mail

Warrants, bails, everything's real now

[Hook: Dion + Papoose + Samples]

Let me see where I start at

Hood cats are part of where it started at

We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed

For the score, go to war like a Jarhead

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

(Hi-Tek, Hi-Tek)

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

(Papoose, Papoose)

("With her first 'Hello'—")


[Verse 2: Papoose]

All I got is my word and my nuts

Man, I got Brooklyn in my balls

So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin' in my drawers

Always talkin' 'bout "you ballin'"—look, you want to ball?

Word on the streets—niggas ready to put you on the wall

You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low

I shoot my TEC high—I keep a high TEC like the producer

Pap' rip the desi till that clip is empty

Man, I have black buried in the cemetery

Go 'head, get your fetti, but you better tell, homes

Messing with me, you'll get black-buried like a cell phone

Punks pay dues, not me—I pay attention

Call it "New York" 'cause we keep reinventin'

[Hook: Dion + Samples]

Let me see where I start at

Hood cats are part of where it started at

We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed

For the score, go to war like a Jarhead

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

("With her first 'Hello'—")


[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversaries

Bust 'em like a capillary, roaches and rats on every corner

When it's warmer, but New York is used to that already

Manhattan built those cemeteries where the blacks is buried (Yeah)

I take the Staten ferry, I walk the broad way (C'mon)

I talk to chicks along the way with John Forté

Used to do this all day, burning in the project hallways

Discussing strategies in the court case (Tell 'em)

I rock The North Face, cold like winter

I'm from Brooklyn like the Decept' and lowlife niggas, word

Fuck the talking, this a New York thing we aboard

But, all things considered, we all kings—what?

[Hook: Dion + Raekwon + Samples]

Let me see where I start at

Hood cats are part of where it started at

We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed

For the score, go to war like a Jarhead

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!

(My nigga, my nigga, what' up

Tek, you did it again, nigga

Word up, I love that)

("With her first 'Hello'—")


[Verse 4: Raekwon]

Ayo, yo, I rhyme for the streets, broke niggas rap on they feet

So angry as hell, we yell from the beats

Wise killers up in New York, who lay for a piece

Crime action get you trapped by the chiefs, no peace, see?

Proud and have the hood style and good talent

Most of us fell off from drug wars, tryna re-up; the law of wildin'

Can't get no rest, the vest is on, stress pilin'

Scheming on something green with eagles on it, Chef found it

While I take a trip back, our first little pack

Had to open doors, no time for broads, I was scopin' crack

Baggin' like a newborn, barely profit, beef pop off

We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets

Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white

I had this white girl who work for me, wipin' pipe

Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggas daily

Who get all on board and kill for some paper, live on them acres, bo'

[Hook: Dion + Samples]

Let me see where I start at

Hood cats are part of where it started at

We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed

For the score, go to war like a Jarhead

New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!