Where It Started At Lyrics

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
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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