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Where It Started At Lyrics - Singles - Hi-tek

Where do I start? 

Let's see what they wanna hear 

 

Let me see where I started at 

Hood cats are part of where it started at, no doubt 

We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear, yeah 

For the score go to war like a jar head, Hi-Tek 

 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City 

With a first hello 

 

Got a lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too 

Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke 

Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder 

Ari, haze, diesel, sour 

 

Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's 

Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy 

Tellin' in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life 

Everything is good in my bank except cop dice 

 

Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them 

So they bootleg them now everybody sport them 

Dorms, cells, packages, mail 

Warrants, bails, every thing's real now 

 

Let me see where I started at 

Hood cats are part of where it started at 

We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear 

For the score go to war like a jar head 

 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

(Hi-Tek, Hi-Tek, Papoose Papoose) 

With a first hello 

 

All I got is my word and my nuts, man, I got Brooklyn in my balls 

So you could see bed-stuy if you lookin' in my draws 

Always talkin' 'bout you ballin', look you wanna ball 

Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall 

 

You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low 

I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer 

Pap ripped the Desi till that clip is empty 

Man, I'll have black buried in the cemetery 

 

Go 'head get your fetti but you better tell Holmes 

Messin' with me will get black buried like a cell phone 

Punks pay dues, not me I pay attention 

Call it New York 'cause we keep reinventin' 

 

Let me see where I started at 

Hood cats are part of where it started at 

We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear 

For the score go to war like a jar head 

 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

With a first hello 

 

Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary 

Buss 'em like vocabulary, roaches and rats in every corner 

When it's warmer but New York is used to that already 

Manhattan built the cemeteries where the blacks is buried 

 

I take the Staten Ferry, I walk to Broadway 

I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte 

Used to do this all day, burnin' in the project hallway 

Discussin' strategies in the court case 

 

I rock the North face cold like winter 

I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word 

Fuck the talking, it's a New York thing we aboard 

But all things considered we all kings, what? 

 

Let me see where I started at 

Hood cats are part of where it started at 

We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear 

For the score go to war like a jar head 

 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

(My nigga, my nigga, whattup? Tek, you did it again, nigga) 

(Word up, I love that) 

With a first hello 

 

Ayyo, yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast 

Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast 

Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace? 

Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC 

 

Proud and have the hood stylin' good talent most of us tellin' 

Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin' 

Can't get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it 

Schemin' on somethin' green, we eagles on the chef found it 

 

While I take a trip back my first little pack 

Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin' crack 

Baggin' like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off 

We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets 

 

Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white 

I had this white girl who work for me wipin' pipe 

Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily 

Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board 

 

Let me see where I started at 

Hood cats are part of where it started at 

We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear 

For the score go to war like a jar head 

 

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York 

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