Wreck Records ft. Natural Elements - “Tri-Boro”

[Emcee(s): L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]

[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Sample (Melody): Nina Simone - “I Can’t See Nobody” (0:00)]

[Intro: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]

L-Swift: Yeah, yeah. Take a trip through the boroughs. One time. One time, yo

Mr. Voodoo: Right, right. Yeah, right, right. Right, yeah, yeah, yeah. Brooklon

[Bridge: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]

Ayyo

View from Uptown, Brooklyn-bound

Bronx, Queens, and Long Island sound

Even other cities come writing exact

But it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at

[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]

[All]

From

City to city, from state to state

Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for

[L-Swift]

My borough

[A-Butta]

Nah, my borough

[Mr. Voodoo]

Nah, my borough

[All]

Nah, the Tri-Borough

[Verse 1: L-Swift]

Ayyo

I rest up in the Bronx, where the people are fresh

Bust a shot, make you bleed in your vest—indeed, it’s stress. I’m on

The Iron Horse, 2 Line, laidback, but don’t forget

The .45—check your train map. I’ll load, cock back

Release and aim that at the perimeter of where your brain at

You know where you could check the game at: Yankee Stadium

161, po’ niggy patrolling ‘round the clock

That’s ‘cause central booking’s only down the block

The sound of shots got you ducking under park benches

Your heart flinches, niggas jumping over sharp fences

I see your Puerto Rican dime, my man, and get a friend

Seemed like the Section 5 and Valley beef would never end

So we’re proceeding on the freeway late, state police

Is creeping while you’re half-asleep and on the Deegan deep-end

Canine sniffing the stashbox you keep your weed in

But I ain’t trying to hear the rights they’re reading, so we’re breezing

Even them niggas say the Bronx is terrific

It is kind of different, Northeast to be specific

Where your wages at? I say they’re fat, I’m from the borough where

Hip hop was created at. That’s why we’re doing this from…

[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo] (x2)

[All]

From

City to city, from state to state

Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for

[L-Swift]

My borough

[A-Butta]

Nah, my borough

[Mr. Voodoo]

Nah, my borough

[All]

Nah, the Tri-Borough

[Verse 2: A-Butta]

I’m from the moneymaking

Island (Where?), 125 to be exact. Son, I’m

Trying to put Manhattan on the map and that’s that

Used to troop to Tent & Trails to boost Face knapsacks and backslap

The fake cats who yap their wack raps. I got a

Stash of fat sacks so I could whip a black Ac’, and if not

I’ll walk the ground Uptown, rocking my Nikes when po-9’s

Watching the heist up in Washington Heights, when thug

Niggas on the corner stay starting a fight in front

Of grocery stores, broad-day, sparking a light

Downtown, tunnel-dumping, it’s a part of the sights

Late-night, jet to the Ville, chilling out in the dark, we’re spitting

Game to chickenheads in the park—it’s all a art

Jigging Feds in their heart—you know the drilly, black. Straight from

The City That’ll Never Sleeps. You better keep some heavy heat

Within your leather piece. I represent the streets from Uptown

To the Lower East Side, puffing the lye

Word life, NY bust a slug in the sky

Know’m saying? Grant Projects, baby, 125, yo

[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo] (x2)

[All]

From

City to city, from state to state

Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for

[L-Swift]

My borough

[A-Butta]

Nah, my borough

[Mr. Voodoo]

Nah, my borough

[All]

Nah, the Tri-Borough

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]

From a cell to the street, feets-first, I burst from my mom’s

Shell to the place where the warriors dwell

Brooklon, it look calm—don’t be deceived ‘cause it’s filled with the

Illest and crookedest niggas that ever breathed

Honeys that look like Jada but they’re trifling old bitches

With razors to slice you and leave you with telephone pole stitches

Holding stacks ‘cause we roll in packs, and every day’s like

April 15th, and y’all niggas know it’s tax

When we assemble, y’all tremble. We live for the jux

Took off the “B” and add a “C” for the Crook

Who descend upon the Earth like the Four Horsemen to rob

Plunder, pillage a town or village like the Norsemen

Quick to take aim and blast a .38 snub-nosed

And we’re the reason why all the hip hop clubs close

[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]

[All]

From

City to city, from state to state

Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for

[L-Swift]

My borough

[A-Butta]

Nah, my borough

[Mr. Voodoo]

Nah, my borough

[All]

Nah, the Tri-Borough

[L-Swift]

And that’s it