New York Lyrics - Angel Haze

Uh 

I'm running, running through the jungle 

Running like a slave through the underground tunnel 

Told y'all niggas that I'd get these bitches 

Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches 

I am lyrical intrusion 

You bitches can't see me like I'm really an illusion 

I hop up on your face and do my motherfucking two-step 

Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick 

Uh, I'm nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures 

Like I'm fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga 

Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga 

I am whatever they say I am 

Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium 

Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them 

I killed this shit, this the motherfucking requiem 

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Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 

Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade 

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt 

Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert 

I run New York, I run New York 

I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon 

That went missing from a dungeon 

Y'all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing 

Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee 

I'm satan, and I'ma take your ass to church now 

Running my fields and you midgets on your first down 

I love it when these bitches know I'm better than them 

Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from them 

I'm a fire in the midst of a forest 'round bitches 

And I rap elliptical orbits round bitches 

Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches 

And you bitches are lyrically 

Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence 

No shade 'n all, but y'all bitches on knees like babies crawl 

Photos 

You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid 

Yeah I hear you, don't talk bitch, do 

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 

Calls from overseas like a motherfucking crusade 

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt 

Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert 

I run New York, I run New York 

I run New York, I run New York 

I'm lyrical and I'm general 

Take shots, but never subliminal 

Don't stop, continue on running around 

But never in intervals, can't stomach the shit that I'm fin'na do 

Ya'll niggas want the shit that I'm giving you 

If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you 

I'm like Scorpion, bitch I will finish you 

Make it nasty, real, real nasty 

Why you bitches running like you will get past me? 

Won't happen, you bitches could get on, when I'm off it 

Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin 

It's just me, myself and I 

Talk tough shit and I'ma beat you till you die 

Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be 

That's why shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D 

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 

Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade 

Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt 

Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert 

I run New York, I run New York 

I run New York, I run New York