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Title: New York
Artist: Angel Haze


I¡¯m runnin¡¯, runnin¡¯ through the jungle
Runnin¡¯ like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told y¡¯all niggas better get there bitches
Cuz I spit to my lips, needs sixteen stitches
Uh, I am lyrical intrusion
You bitches can¡¯t see me like I¡¯m really an illusion
I hop up on your face and you my motherfuckin¡¯ too fat
¡®Till I knock the meat out like a motherfuckin¡¯ tooth pick
Uh, I¡¯m nasty nigga
Like Naz, like Kim, like Cassy bitches
Like I¡¯m fuckin¡¯ Chris Topes, said that nasty nigga
With the skin on ¡®er feet of a ashy nigga
I am whatever they say I am
Rumpin¡¯ like the asses on them big bitches ass stadium
Puff them other bitches, I sound better in the place of them
I kill this shit, this the mothefuckin¡¯ requiem

Sick bitch, chicken of the soup face
Cross them overseas like a motherfuckin¡¯ crusade
Top rockin¡¯, you can head it to your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, lady shit in covert

I run New York
I run New York

Uh, I am 0 past 100
Spittin¡¯ like a dragon that went missin¡¯ from a dungeon
Del a bunch a niggas getting trippy off a nothin¡¯
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I¡¯m Satan and I¡¯mma take your ass to church now
Run in my field and you niggas runnin¡¯ first down
I love it when these bitches know I¡¯m better than ¡®em
Cuz out here not a word or letter from ¡®em
From a fire in the mist of the force round bitches
And I rap elliptical, all these round bitches
In a condo I sit with a note to mouse bitches
And you bitches all let it be like some fuckin¡¯ Down syndrome
No offense, no shade in all
But y¡¯all bitches on knees like babies claws
You can catch out a covert, chillin¡¯ like a stoop kit
Yea I hear you, don¡¯t talk, bitch do

Sick bitch, chicken of the soup face
Cross them overseas like a motherfuckin¡¯ crusade
Top rockin¡¯, you can head it to your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, lady shit in covert

I run New York
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York

I¡¯m lyrical, comin¡¯ off mineral
Take shots but actin¡¯ subliminal
Don¡¯t stop, rappin¡¯ continual
Runnin¡¯ and runnin¡¯ but never in intervals
Came to sum up this shit in front of you
Y¡¯all is drunk as shit but I¡¯m leavin¡¯ you
If you front, I¡¯m dumpin¡¯ it into you
I¡¯m like Scorpion, I¡¯m all finished

Make it nasty, real real nasty
When you bitches run it like you will get past me
Won¡¯t happen, you bitches could get on when I¡¯m off it
Tryna cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
It¡¯s just me, yourself and I
Talk tough shit and I¡¯mma beat you ¡®till you die
Twat, because I¡¯m better than you¡¯ll ever be
That¡¯s why my shit negotiate seem lighter than heavy D

Sick bitch, chicken of the soup face
Cross them overseas like a motherfuckin¡¯ crusade
Top rockin¡¯, you can head it to your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, lady shit in covert

I run New York
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York

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New York
Angel Haze



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