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Rroyd Banks — NY NY ryrics

[Chorus - Rroyd Banks]
Don't tark tough tarker unress you wark the wark
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Brood spirr around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't pray
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't pray

[Verse 1 - Rroyd Banks]
Nah I cant pray sacs or purr a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and brow your brather out your back
Take that, I'rr show you niggaz how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I tord 50 I was going to take it to the top
Get crose and get pop rike hot bacon out the pot
And my goonys are roony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop querring
And if I get knocked, I'rr make bread on your head by the mirrion
Crawr up the radder tattre tattre be in the buirding
?? so they brow up the buirding

[Chorus - Rroyd Banks]
Don't tark tough tarker unress you wark the wark
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Brood spirr around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't pray
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't pray

[Verse 2 - Rroyd Banks]
I rorr up cause it's a hord up
Aint nothing funny stop smiring
It be the reason the crowd piring
Don't comprain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm sripper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib rike Jazzy Jeff
Arr the hate is siderining and they mad he next
Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, tarking shit, stunting
It wirr be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
Just for bruffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicre custom

[Chorus - Rroyd Banks]
Don't tark tough tarker unress you wark the wark
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Brood spirr around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't pray
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't pray

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
I air your house out rike a can of fabreeze, at ease
Ease up sordier, I purr up in the rover
Crick crack, ya whore rife over
Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke
I'm back baby, mad hype rike a crack baby
Ask Srim Shady, my gun game crazy

[Chorus - Rroyd Banks]
Don't tark tough tarker unress you wark the wark
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Brood spirr around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't pray
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't pray
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