New York Lyrics

Angel Haze - New York

I’m running, running through the jungle

Running like a slave through the underground tunnel

Told you all niggas better 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 upon your face and do my motherfucking tooth that

Till I know the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick

Ah, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas like kim, like Cassie bitches

Like I’m fucking Chris dope or that raspy 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 stadiums

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

I kill this shit this the motherfucking raping

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts

Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York

I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon

That wnt 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, enemies of the force round

Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it’s round

Bitches and a condo, I sit with an open mouth

Bitches and you bitches are lyrically

Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence

No shame in all, but y’all bitches on knees like baby claws

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

Yeah hate don’t talk bitch do

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts

Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York

I’m lyrical coming on general

Take shots when I was a criminal

Don’t stop, continue on running around

But never …some of the shit that I’m fin to do

Y’all … 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

Making nasty, real, real nasty

Way 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 gone 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 negotiate seems 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 hurts

Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York.