- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lamont Porter
- S. Dixon
- W. Centron
- B. Reese
- P. Bernard
- J. Hood
 
- See also:
Cassidy - New Jack City lyrics
[Poster Boy]Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King
Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge 
RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs 
Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin' 
I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin 
And it aint no tellin what I do 
They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*) 
I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east 
In the Jag with the.40 cal under the seat 
Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out 
Friday come, you and you have your money out 
Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out 
Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out 
Send her to ER with half her tummy out 
No C-section, no infants comin out 
She can't have babies again 
Me and Kay gettin money so it's feelin like the eighties again 
Holla! 
[Shells]Ayo, You boys is silly, I'm next since Pac and Biggie 
And I'm Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie 
Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly 
On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly 
Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a chump 
Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck 
See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors 
And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store 
When you boys gon learn I got this game lock 
What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box 
Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit 
I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit 
So hey, it's ya life involved - act like it is 
My chain light gray like trash can lids 
If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live 
You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did! 
[Grafh]'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken 
2 minutes later is where's my salamy bacon 
Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires rockin a aprin 
They liars cause it's Betty Crocker they bakin 
Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, Cause I don't 
I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat 
The hookers'll open they jaw for free 
Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me 
When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day 
The day the dick had ya mother next up one way 
I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe 
 Cassidy - New Jack City - http://motolyrics.com/cassidy/new-jack-city-lyrics.html
Make beef and I'm cookin the sauce - Gravy! 
I be lookin like a boss 
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf 
Lookin like I robbed 'em 
Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop 
Holla, cheah! 
[Cassidy]Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack 
Where that shit at? Get that 'for I bust shots! 
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to 
Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too 
Gimme mine cause any time I could run through 
And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof 
Try run dog, you can try hide man 
But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man 
I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man 
Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman" 
Look It aint hard to get at you dudes 
I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in ya food 
I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells 
I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL 
The wait is over, I'm a take it over 
I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda 
Easy! 
[Jae Hood]Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes 
If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill time 
Yall cowards don't want beef, why even start? 
Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard 
Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie 
Holdin my hammer cause she know it's dirty 
You got questions, holla at me - I tell you what's what 
Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll really see what's up 
On the real, yall niggaz better chill 
Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill 
It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me 
Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me 
Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad 
Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw 
Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart 
And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart 
This aint just beats and bars, it's things I'll do to you 
In Compton fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you 
The gauge'll open ya chest like vics 
How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks 
I don't wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast 
Liars get shot in they tongue - I'll put the mack to 
Ya throat motherfucker!








