[Rubbabandz] Aiyo, Bandz is the truth, burn down the booth O.J. ain't even got this much juice Kill a nigga, I walk, and I ain't gotta take shit to trial Cuz I ain't never ever get caught Gun at the bottom of the river No murder weapon, no case, nigga Feds try to catch me slipping from New York to Alabama Laying low, and I'm out here tipping on Four-four, and I'm getting more hoes And I'm kicking more goals, and I'm robbing more o's And I'm growing more dro, and I'm doing more shows And I'm getting love like a muthafucka, ya'll don't even know I'm a city slicker, down in the dirty like this Them country boys sure know how to flip a brick Put big wheels on them old school whips And I'mma push through on some brand new shit Six hundred Benz, 23 inches on the rims Rally stripes, headshots, wear them shorts, two Timbs Look at the kid, New York, I'm bald through my veins You can tell by the way I walk, how my chain swing
\"New Jack City\" 2x
[Rubbabandz] I might run up in the spot, jack a nigga for his goods No lie, I'm just telling how I grew up in the hood No silver spoon in my mouth, listen to my story No bandwagon ride, I really live down south But I'm New York to the home, so don't get it twisted I'm 718, 10304, committed I heard niggas up top, all on the airwaves Man, cuz your shit flop when it drop Man, hip hop is hip hop, everybody know The best rapper was Biggie, and then came Pac All these mad rappers stuck on the block with no deal No grind and no skills, they need to stop Niggas gon' postal, wouldn't hurt a fly But'll kill a thousand niggas in the booth wit they vocals Studio gangstas, gangsta rappers Never heard your name in the streets before, stop acting You ain't a killa, you just talk a lot Wit your rusty six shooter, you ain't making shit shot Your gun is boring, kidnap your broad You a clown killa, you can get killed tomorrow
