[Intro: Panchi]
Word
Remember us?
We got the juice
Shabeeno, Panchi
DJ Premier
Year Round Records
[Verse 1: Panchi]
No introduction to a real nigga, bitch, I’m not trying to cheer you
That’s a gun in my pocket, I’m not happy to see you
Affiliated with wolves, though I keep my cool
‘Cause a wise man could play the part of a fool
So I handle drama with amount of force
But of course I could wild out like I’m [?]
Hit your shit blown, advice what my mom said
Three niggas could keep a secret if two of y’all is dead
And homicide knows exactly how I do y’all
Hop out the U-Haul, screw y’all
And put your pitbull’s head in your bead, I gave the word
When you’re done and want to holler, I’ll be up on the 3rd
Love the shit out of my father, hе made me a man
My pop’s governmеnt name’s 183rd and Grand
Grew up real from a youngin’ to a grown ass man
That’s why I bang NYGz as much as I can
[Hook: Panchi]
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
[Verse 2: Shabeeno]
I’m on my New York shit where we’re sick of them Knicks
Everything ten or better, we was sick of them nicks
Yeah, I’m talking sour plus New York is ours
All we did was get stronger since we lost the Towers
I don’t wait for the beef to escalate
I pop heat, leave homicide to investigate
Blow the town without a sound ‘til the smoke clear
I ain’t shed a tear this year and I don’t care
It’s only fair that I warn you, rappers can’t fuck with me
Your asses is stuck with me, I’m nasty as [?]
Eyes don’t lie, that’s why these rappers keep their shades on
Purple Tape classic, we’re the new Ghost and Raekwon
The streets is stressed, they’re screaming some recession shit
We gon’ eat regardless, you ain’t got to question it
(And I’m) And I’m [?] finest
New York Giantz, Year Round behind us
[Hook: Panchi]
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
[Outro]
“You hear me talking to y’all”
“You hear me talking to y’all”
“You hear me talking to y’all”
“You hear me talking to y’all”
Word
Remember us?
We got the juice
Shabeeno, Panchi
DJ Premier
Year Round Records
[Verse 1: Panchi]
No introduction to a real nigga, bitch, I’m not trying to cheer you
That’s a gun in my pocket, I’m not happy to see you
Affiliated with wolves, though I keep my cool
‘Cause a wise man could play the part of a fool
So I handle drama with amount of force
But of course I could wild out like I’m [?]
Hit your shit blown, advice what my mom said
Three niggas could keep a secret if two of y’all is dead
And homicide knows exactly how I do y’all
Hop out the U-Haul, screw y’all
And put your pitbull’s head in your bead, I gave the word
When you’re done and want to holler, I’ll be up on the 3rd
Love the shit out of my father, hе made me a man
My pop’s governmеnt name’s 183rd and Grand
Grew up real from a youngin’ to a grown ass man
That’s why I bang NYGz as much as I can
[Hook: Panchi]
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
[Verse 2: Shabeeno]
I’m on my New York shit where we’re sick of them Knicks
Everything ten or better, we was sick of them nicks
Yeah, I’m talking sour plus New York is ours
All we did was get stronger since we lost the Towers
I don’t wait for the beef to escalate
I pop heat, leave homicide to investigate
Blow the town without a sound ‘til the smoke clear
I ain’t shed a tear this year and I don’t care
It’s only fair that I warn you, rappers can’t fuck with me
Your asses is stuck with me, I’m nasty as [?]
Eyes don’t lie, that’s why these rappers keep their shades on
Purple Tape classic, we’re the new Ghost and Raekwon
The streets is stressed, they’re screaming some recession shit
We gon’ eat regardless, you ain’t got to question it
(And I’m) And I’m [?] finest
New York Giantz, Year Round behind us
[Hook: Panchi]
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
I shed a tear in a year that I gave a fuck
Now I’m on my kamikaze shit, bitch nigga, what
Step in front of locomotives like I got something to prove
Feeling like it’s my year and I got knowledge to move
[Outro]
“You hear me talking to y’all”
“You hear me talking to y’all”
“You hear me talking to y’all”
“You hear me talking to y’all”
( NYGz )
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