New York City it's the talk of New York
New York City it's the talk of New York
New York City it's the talk of New York
New York City it's the talk of New York
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin
[Verse 1:]
I'm startin from da bottom again
A hustla, I can trun a five to a ten
I ree up fast, Yea I'm coppin again
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
They say he can't lock it again
He got dropped, what label gonna sign him again
I'm signed to da streets, I ain't gotta pretend
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
You and all five of your friends
Gucci for you, prada for them
It ain't tricken if you got it, I got it to spend
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
I ain't got a problem with dem
If it ain't about a dolla den da drama could end
Just in case pap keep a choppa with him
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin
[Verse 2:]
You want an autograph, Yea I'm signin again
Red ink for da bloods, rep da 5 my friend
Blue ink for da crips, what's crackin my kin
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
Big boi truck yea I'm driving again
You want a lil boi toy, you can hop in with dem
Girl get in, you see the size of my rims
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
I ain't tryna spend no time in the pen
Here come the police, they tryna get a colla again
You lil hip-hoppa coppas, I'm in da wind
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
Shorty feelin exotic again
Put your legs on my shoulders, I'm slidin it in
I refuse to lose, cause I'm grindin the win
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin
[Verse 3:]
Lyrical assassin, I spit acid
They said I could'ntdo it, but dis is classic
So now I'm just laughin
Ha I'm a bastard, one mo time "ha I'm a bastard"
I keep a automatic, you don't want no static
Cause il let you have it, mac out the rachet
A tis-kit a tas-kit, put you in the casket
I make you dissappear, I can do magic
I hate braggin, but the jewels I be flashin
They got more karrots then roger rabbit
They see moe commin so I like a woman with glasses
Fat asses do it all night like Gladis
Back full of scratches pin you to the mattress
I got a better beef stick then Randy Savage
You wanna fight nice with my hands like cassius
The thrilla and manilla ya'll niggas is faggots
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin |
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