Origineel
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I’m from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo I’m here to put my thing down
Set up shot with cocaine now
Pick off niggas who ain’t down
I’m in the game now
Brought a couple of cats from the way down
Who know how to slang thows
And grimmy niggas who aim wild
Who juss want to rep
And wet niggas who think foul
Ran into Jay while I’m clappin this math
This crab show me some slab
Now I’m tryna get back
We played the out skerch
Nigga smoother then my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
Shit he left skid marks
I let the clip spark
When off in the hood
Played the bench till its dark
I’m profouned to the drug game
A thin line between love and hate
Some niggas I love to hate
I thought my connect respect me
This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me
Chorus 4x’s
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
Check it
Yo I’ma soldier to the heart
Through my blood line
One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
I keep a chicken on a bench flippin
Grippin
I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin
A herb seed burn me, drop the L
Spot it through my per-if-you
This nigga tryna murder me
Shorty wop jumped in front of me
Caught one
Blaze back empty empty the roots
Through the bitch niggas, take that
Niggaz killed my down bitch
Bust around bitch
I don’t know who clapped
So I don’t hang around
Shit
Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
Dominican nigga
Look innocent nigga
Fuck it I’ma finish this nigga
Back the coop out the lot
Cock one in the drop
Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black
Got Bleek on alert
For the cat who beat me on the stack
Chorus 4x’s
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
Yo, Yo
Slow money, broke niggas, no weed
One gun
And my down bitch gone
Got a nigga on the run
Strip hot
Niggas came through
Bang shots
Have me sleeping in my wheels
To the real get got
Now I play the cut
On some nigga what shit
Flip fo-in-dicals
For real now who wants it
Two blocks from the Jay’s this nigga lay
He pump trays
Try’n to get the Memph man put away
His next option
Pack up get out of dodge
When he caught I’ma let the fifth give his face a massage
Too much dro got my eyes low
On the creep triple black down
‘cause I’ma cripple that clown
Spotted him by WoodHall
Niggas think the fe-in took off
Like he ran track or he played football
Hot day and everybody outside
I’ma catch him on that block
Where the hot wips ride
Ride slow this nigga out burning trees
Wit a bad bitch
I’ma put his brain on her sleeve
I’ts already cocked
I move slow up the block
Jumped out
Made him tongue kiss the glock
I Squeeze two
And niggas seen this nigga drop
Cold of the street and forever stay hot
Motherfucker
Chorus 4x’s
To stay alive in New York City
To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
Vertaling
Yea,
Yea straatleven
Gutter shit
Soldaat leven nigga
Get it right
New York City
Waar ik vandaan kom
Leven zijn sterven
Marcy
Doe wat je doet
Kijk maar. out now
Yo ik ben hier om mijn ding neer te zetten
Ik ga nu cocaïne gebruiken
Pick off niggas who ain’t down
I’m in the game now
Bring a couple of cats from the way down
Who know how to slang thows
And grimmy niggas who aim wild
Who juss want to rep
And wet niggas who think foul
Ran into Jay while I’m clappin this math
This crab show me some slab
Now I’m tryna get back
We speelden de out skerch
Nigga smoother then my shirt
Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
Shit hij liet remsporen achter
I let the clip spark
When off in the hood
Played the bench till its dark
I’m profouned to the drug game
A thin line between love and hate
Some niggas I love to hate
I thought my connect respect me
This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me
Chorus 4x’s
Om in leven te blijven in New York City
Om in leven te blijven besef je dat je een soilder moet zijn
Check it
Yo I’ma soldier to the heart
Door mijn bloedlijn
Eén manier om een krab te vangen is altijd op z’n tijd
I keep a chicken on a bench flippin
Grippin
Ik rook wiet maar deze shit heeft een nigga aan het glippen gekregen
A herb seed burn me, drop the L
Spot it through my per-if-you
Deze neger probeert me te vermoorden.
Shorty wop sprong voor me
Ving er een.
Blaze back empty empty the roots
Through the bitch niggas, take that
Niggaz killed my down bitch
Bust around bitch
I don’t know who clapped
So I don’t hang around
Shit
Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
Dominicaanse nigga
Kijk onschuldig nigga
Fuck it I’ma finish this nigga
Terug in het hok.
Lul een in de druppel
Zet de brander in de dashboard fee dipped in black
Ik heb Bleek op zijn hoede
For the cat who beat me on the stack
Chorus 4x’s
Om in leven te blijven in New York City
Om in leven te blijven besef je dat je een soilder moet zijn
Yo, Yo
Slow money, broke niggas, no weed
One gun
And my down bitch gone
Got a nigga on the run
Strip hot
Niggas came through
Bang shots
Have me sleeping in my wheels
To the real get
Nu speel ik de cut
On some nigga what shit
Flip fo-in-dicals
Voor echt nu wie wil het
Twee blokken van de Jay’s ligt deze nigga
He pump trays
Probeert de Memph man op te laten bergen
Zijn volgende optie
Inpakken en wegwezen.
Als hij gepakt wordt, laat ik de vijfde zijn gezicht masseren.
Too much dro got my eyes low
On the creep triple black down
‘cause I’ma cripple that clown
Spotted him by WoodHall
Niggas think the fe-in took off
Like he ran track or he played football
Hete dag en iedereen buiten
I’ma catch him on that block
Where the hot wips ride
Ride slow this nigga out burning trees
With a bad bitch
I’ma put his brain on her sleeve
I’ts already cocked
I move slow up the block
Ik sprong eruit.
Liet hem tongzoenen met het slot.
I Squeeze two
And niggas seen this nigga drop
Cold of the street and forever stay hot
Motherfucker
Chorus 4x’s
Om in leven te blijven in New York City
Om in leven te blijven besef je dat je een soldaat moet zijn