- Votes:
- Composers:
- Mathers
- Marshall B. Iii / Lloyd
- Christopher Charles / Bernard
- Marvin / King
- Steven Lee / Resto
- Luis Edgardo
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- east coast rap
- g unit
- gangsta rap
- rap
 
- See also:
Lloyd Banks - Ny Ny lyrics
"NY NY"
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
 Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
 We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
 Blood spill 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 play
 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 play
 [Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
 Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
 But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
 Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap
 I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
 I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
 Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
 And my goonys are loony 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 quelling
 And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
 Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
 ?? so they blow up the building
 [Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
 Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
 We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
 Blood spill 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 play
 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 play
 [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
 I roll up cause it's a hold up
 Aint nothing funny stop smiling
 It be the reason the crowd pilingLloyd Banks - Ny Ny - http://motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/ny-ny-lyrics.html
 Don't complain and die over a chain
 Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
 You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
 I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
 All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
 Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
 My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
 It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
 Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
 You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
 [Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
 Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
 We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
 Blood spill 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 play
 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 play
 [Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
 I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
 I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
 Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
 Click clack, ya whole life 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 like a crack baby
 Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
 [Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
 Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
 We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
 Blood spill 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 play
 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 play














