New York City (feat. Raekwon, N.O.R.E. & Prodigy) - Troy Ave

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Embed: They've been the same niggas sayin' that for years, still hungry
New discussion: New York artists wanna be southern
The city's lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here after
But Kendrick Lamar's just a weirdo rapper

We went from Uzis to elephant guns
Small pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the 'hood - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at nighttime
Call us the poisonous pumpers
Who run up on these niggas like Nightline
The arsonists and good vines
That means the wares is amazing - assignment, baby, since '89
Creepin' through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks - handle them niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
Cause you could never represent the money team
We smash faces, flash bracelets, that's the basic
Don't get smacked in your mouth with 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' with all coverage
Get 'em young Troy - What? He fucked with us

You know how I steady rock - New York City bop
Used to slang grainy rock - war on the petty block
Back-to-back cases
Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases
No, we ain't erase this
Spades hand, aces - out of town papers
Luck's all Vegas - herb shit, Avis
I graduated from the street life accordingly
Said my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I been shot niggas since 14
I've been to war, mean - got guns from Fort Greene
I exorted niggas - I was the re-up man
I gave the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga
King flow, used to get coke from Domingo
Get up in the old folks' home, he's playin' bingo
He sold it for 10, but I got him for cinco
Safe in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow

The life and times of a New York Nigga, we very different
Please pardon my aggression, but move from my vision
With that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my belt
I'm forcin' myself to be chill
Listen to them journalists, get yourself killed
They ain't never lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind aliases and talk rowdy
From behind a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg
If I see you in the flesh you'll be shook
Like a martini - I know they tired of me
I know they wish I would die already, but I'm very dope
I'm so cold, you should get your February coat
That NY shit, you niggas got warm hearts
No offense, but I'll tear you apart
No matter which part of the map you reppin', get your weaponLyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

New York City (feat. Raekwon, N.O.R.E. & Prodigy) Lyrics

Aye yo, times is hard, but we get through it
And even though it's crimes involved, we had to do 'em
By any means, Malcolm X marks the spot
I went from ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a drop
The road to success for me was real gritty
Wasn't no stress for me, don't feel pity
Life is a bitch and she sure ain't pretty
And I'mma do me anyway, nigga
Cause I'm from New York City


I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
A young prodigy when it come to drug deals
In New York I get blood money
Dirty cash bought my matte black Jeep
I used to skip out on cabs
Went from givin' no dough to given limos to get to shows
Either way I'm driven - this shit shows
Spit flows like Bō, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo'
Drinkin' champagne out the bottle
Young Crisco, pop it, hop in, let's politic, ditto
Same niggas sayin' "time to get this money"
They've been the same niggas sayin' that for years, still hungry
New discussion: New York artists wanna be southern
The city's lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here after
But Kendrick Lamar's just a weirdo rapper

We went from Uzis to elephant guns
Small pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the 'hood - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at nighttime
Call us the poisonous pumpers
Who run up on these niggas like Nightline
The arsonists and good vines
That means the wares is amazing - assignment, baby, since '89
Creepin' through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks - handle them niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
Cause you could never represent the money team
We smash faces, flash bracelets, that's the basic
Don't get smacked in your mouth with 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' with all coverage
Get 'em young Troy - What? He fucked with us

You know how I steady rock - New York City bop
Used to slang grainy rock - war on the petty block
Back-to-back cases
Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases
No, we ain't erase this
Spades hand, aces - out of town papers
Luck's all Vegas - herb shit, Avis
I graduated from the street life accordingly
Said my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I been shot niggas since 14
I've been to war, mean - got guns from Fort Greene
I exorted niggas - I was the re-up man
I gave the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga
King flow, used to get coke from Domingo
Get up in the old folks' home, he's playin' bingo
He sold it for 10, but I got him for cinco
Safe in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow

The life and times of a New York Nigga, we very different
Please pardon my aggression, but move from my vision
With that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my belt
I'm forcin' myself to be chill
Listen to them journalists, get yourself killed
They ain't never lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind aliases and talk rowdy
From behind a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg
If I see you in the flesh you'll be shook
Like a martini - I know they tired of me
I know they wish I would die already, but I'm very dope
I'm so cold, you should get your February coat
That NY shit, you niggas got warm hearts
No offense, but I'll tear you apart
No matter which part of the map you reppin', get your weapon

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As the stream of gangster rappers crossover from the 90s into the new century, many are left to ponder, when are we going to be blessed with something new? The new day is dawning and just over the horizon a new force is begining to shine. Underground Hip Hop sensation Troy Ave born in Brownsville Brooklyn and raised in Crown heights during the Crown Heights riots, Realized at a young age the turmoil of a broken environment. Adopting the name of his neighborhood block, Troy Ave devised a plan, which would take him to the top. Never a troublemaker, a near fatal shooting incident reminded Troy Ave that he was put on this earth for a purpose. Living by the phrase Gods Plan My Will he spends everyday striving to better himself and those around him. Blessed with a lyrical ability to express his personal experiences like motion pictures, Troy Ave’s relentless delivery complemented by his distinguishing voice *has gotten him mentioned in comparison with some of hip hops past and present elite.*His song writting ability wich often includes, catchy topic driven choruses accompanied by smooth versatile flows showcases his talent. Making him perceived by many to be the re-birth of East Coast HipHop. “I may have to past him the torch” stated Jay-Z President of Def Jam Records. ” That Boy is Throwed, I mean He spit it so real” stated DJ OG Ron C. One of the founding fathers of Swisha House. “He is better than most of the past unsigned hypes that we featured says Gotti formely of The Source Magazine. The emergence of the Mix-Tape industry has played a major part in Troy Ave’s blossoming succes. Using key parts of the blueprint laid down by Once Indepent artist like 50cent, Little Flip and Master P along with his own innovative ideas Troy Ave has sold over 50,000 records and counting out the back of his trunk and also set precedent by becoming the first non previous signed artist to be bootlegged out of New York City. When asked if he feels that the bootlegging of his music affected sales he replied ” To some degree, but it helped me way more than it hurt me, The way I see it that was like free distribution and promotion. I had people from about 20 diffrent states calling my phone, and reciting their favorite songs*” Using the earnings from the tapes, Troy Ave continued to re-invent himself by releasing mixtape after mixtape, each one increasing in sales. This heavy street buzz drew the attention of numerous record execs. Many meetings and 6 mixtapes later. Troy Ave decided that he would stay independent until he found the best situation.While scheduling his first official album release Titled “Major Without A Deal” That best situation found him.” I was selling the album in the street just to warm the people up until I decided wich distributor I was gonna go wit. Then about a 2 weeks later I got a call from some people saying they represent a guy that I never heard of” That guy was hall of fame boxing promoter Butch Lewis. In Feb.2005 Butch Lewis extended his entertainment arm into the music business. In an unprecedented joint venture with the Def Jam Music Group, Lewis signed with Antonio LA Reid, and Shawn Carter/Jay-Z, two of the industrys most successful hitmakers, for his own independent record label Voicez Music Group” Born, raised and currently residing in Brooklyn. Troy Ave continues to amaze with eloquent lyrics and a sincere dedication to establish himself as a major artist in the industry. Only time will tell how high he will climb or how many platinum, possibly diamond plaques he will achieve, But if his past and recent successes are any indication of his future. Then Troy Avenues future is extremely bright and stardom is inevitable.
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