N.Y.C. - Intellectual

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

Still a hustle, Staten Island

Still a struggle, New York

Still gone bubble, 10304

I'm form New York, City, Birth place of the gritty

Dog eat dog, Only Jake willing to work with me

Watch your drink before they lace your sizzurp with a mickey

Bodies will burn like dub sacks of purple sticky

Cojacks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements

The young guns put pressure on the made men

The fiends they'll cap you for your package

The mass act savage, Little sis selling her ass and tits

Your best friend will send shots to wet ya

The bad lands, Hammers on the waist bands the regular

Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime

Cause ain't no nine to five for two time felons

And little man wanna be just like me

The saddest thing is he just might be

With a life as Christopher Walken, King of New York 'em

Resort to talking when the heat is on 'em, breathing on 'em

There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide

There's no one to trust so keep a gun on your side

Just do as the Roman's if you wanna survive

I guess that's how it go in N.Y

Oh Blue I said, you make it here you make it anywhere

Drug wars for every square, blood sport, the semis air

So watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to

Watch them young Gotti's, they'll off you

It's like a mafia plot

The fishermen find more bodies then cops

But the shots don't stop, trying to get it get it

Inside where the broads and the ballas kick it

Big city lights, whips, chicks and ice

You're living, you're victim to them sick gritty types

Drueling with they tongues out, Guns out spraying clips

Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it

If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound of barking chrome

Sound foul but I call it home

So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone

In these mean streets you all alone