Cormega - Dirty N.Y. lyrics

(feat. Fat Joe)

[Intro: Street hustler]

Yo, I go in the street do my thang, pa

I make it happen, I go out there man and I hustle, pa

I make it happen, I'm going through a lot of situation right now as it is

But I'm gon' survive, because I'm strong, I been through worst situation

[Verse 1: Cormega]

New York went from excellence to desilance, right?

Ma'fuckas ain't reppin' it right

I been through hard days and treacherous nights

Clear it out right, pure raw, no stretchin' light

Blueviant white, I'm feelin' it

And I'm chillin' in Villas, in Carribeans

Reminiscin' my niggaz no longer wit us and in the pens

Niggaz want what I got, but lack discipline

And walk with me, our path's different

If we clash, I blast fifth's at them

Leave they ass period-less

Like exorcism, I'ma threat to niggaz

Been stressed ever since I bought the Lex from Nitty

Couldn't shine 'til the death for BIGGIE (uh)

I keep the heat near me

Like Shaquille, wear Evisu daily

This is nearly a preview, I hope the streets are ready

I know my breed is nearly extinct 'cause he's a 'raeli

Hard to find like a Bernard King jersey

I started slingin' early

No mama to raise me, my father ain't seen the cash

So I became a man, slingin', elevated to weigh a gram

Representin' and blazin' hammers (*gun shots*)

They made me stand up

[Verse 2: Lake]

I know the killings, but homey I gotta get it

The way BIG and them did it

But me and Mega would did it

I'm in it, to get us big, Aristotle Onassis

Bullet proof fabric, cartier on my glasses

My man we've been mashin' street wars, and shoot dawgs

Seen forms, those wagons runnin' through the blocks clappin'

Automatic, matched wit infrared, we scope

No shirts, heavy and put my Timbs up on a niggaz throat

I pull it back, 'til it click-clack, and sit back

on with ski mask in a nigga crib

And if I'm done, I wait until done from one round

(Pull it out) start bangin', I be waitin' wit a smile

Goin' out like Salaisie did, I thrive for spit

One of a few niggaz that'll pop a pig

While he walkin' on his beads, I take money and count it

Fake powder than menage it off in the shower

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Yea, yea, uh

Niggaz say I walk around wit a vest in my chest

Now that's a quarter mil, iced out, TS in my chest

I tried to told y'all niggaz (what?)

Will fold y'all niggaz (what?)

Come off that doe and will expose y'all niggaz (what?)

It's kinda scary how we weary the streets

Quick to bury ya, peace, you talkin' shit, now you inherit the beef

And you don't want that, black man, Crack too crazy

Insane, now we even teamin' up wit Lakey

And that's a problem, however you call it

I want a dollar off every bottle that's sold in the hallway

Or even a bag, I sleep wit the mac

Keepin' a gat for any nigga thinkin' he bad

Schemin' on Crack, it's not gon' happen

No how, you fuckin' wit thorough niggaz ain't scared to blow trial

[Outro: Street hustler]

If you have to go, you have to go

And I don't got a problem with that

That's one problem I don't got problem with

And thank God I got, you know, brothers that look out for me

They keep me thinking for the future

I really want to say that's why it counts

Eventually I am, believe me I had a dream

And it's gon' come reality, pretty soon